Ever Hopeful

Mr. Personality

 spotted a possum

lying under a tree

and, tail wagging,

suggested they run free.

He seemed puzzled when

the possum declined

’cause who wouldn’t play

on a day so fine.

Grabbing a stick,

he headed my way.

At least she’s standing

so maybe she’ll play.

JDG

 

 

 

Plumbing The Depths

Reblogged from Mondosedoka, a blog written jointly with my son. One of us writes the opening three lines and the other responds in three lines.

2garrabrants's avatarMondo Sedoka

Deep conversations,

supposed to build friendships,

often just foster discord.

~

If you’re going to

swim in deep waters, make sure

your companion wants to go.

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Ground For Wonder

I watch with growing dread

as that small centipede

makes his way along the porch rail.

Almost all the birdseed is gone now

and I fear he’ll soon be gone too.

 He approaches first one bird

and then another, but it seems

they don’t fancy centipedes today. 

A small flying insect joins the centipede

and the birds fly away.

The birds’ feeding ground is also

these young insects’ playing ground

where they roam safely –

at least today.

JDG

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Slowly

When the noise dies down

and what’s left is the silence,

I open myself,

tentatively at first, then

with slowly growing ease,

to whatever has been waiting

 to finally be heard.

JDG