Sightings

I caught a brief glimpse

of who I used to be. Now

if I could only

take a gander at the goose

my grandkids say I’ve become.

                                                                                         JDG

Angled Truth

Angled truth, like sun

in early morning, can both

illuminate and blind.

                                                                                  JDG

Thoughts At Dusk

Before the long night

descends, I reflect upon

the constancy of

sky-tied moon and stars even

when their once bright light grows dim.

                                                                                                         JDG

Recipe For Discord

Take one small house, add

two teen girls and one preteen.

Mix with two large dogs.

Stir in one quiet-craving

grandmother. Simmer

briefly. Add a dash of cold

weather. Let sit. Serves no one.

                                                                                             JDG

Mindnapping

The tune was catchy

and before I knew it, I

was caught – nabbed by a

repetitious melody,

bound by a steady

beat. No use trying to get

free – I’ll sing myself to sleep.

                                                                                   JDG

Just Caws?

Frost covered hills rest

undisturbed until crows give

just cause for complaint.

                                                                                  JDG

Only In America

So – in America we have newscasts

on how best to

respond if

we’re caught

in 

a

public 

shooting, but

not on what to 

do if held hostage by the gun lobby.

                                                                                              JDG

Visitation

The place was pretty

enough and well-kept. The day 

was blue-sky sunny

and the temperature just right –

yet a palpable

melancholy soon settled 

in, hinting of  dark

secrets time could not erase

nor cosmetics conceal.

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Sheltered

That garden angel,

gift from a beloved friend,

sits behind glass in

my terrarium, watching

over all who enter here.

                                                                                                       JDG

Night Talk

The night train whistles.

From the dark a plaintive owl

 replies,”Who? Who? Who?”.

                                                                                  JDG