Cheerful Sunday

Go go go the cat paws at her friend.
Dear dear friend go out there and poke at the box.
The magical box of wonder and awe.

Words, spin out of the tapping fingertips.
Language a conversation spins out of control.
Forcefully taking you from the start to end.

Friend keep going, the box isnt that unfriendly, friend.
You’ll find a way there to tell those on the other end that you
you are a friend indeed that needs a friend friend.

Take this friend for a walk, take this friend for a long walk to teach him new things
This friend is a thoughtful friend that understands the complex emotions of compassion, sympathy, and respect.
Let this friend go, take him, and guide him to be the new friend to the world.

Cup of colourful sweets

Tall transparent cup of sweet chocolate treats.
Written messages all over each and every one.
Happy Wishes for a new year from this day on.
A lover wishes to give love, cheer, and comfort.
A cat that accepts the suit, she is content to exchange
a bit of happiness in small nibbles over a long
time to come

Tall window into the world. My Fishbowl.

Tall clear window,

Gives me a view, with a seat in-front of it

that supports the writer and the words that swell out of a

mangled mess of jello like brains.

Mixed amongst the words sweet sugar cookies and cream invading black

night liquid.

Jitters, shaking arms, a shot of energy and consciousness

Words of unfiltered sorts tumble out as the people on the pavement

walk by, cycle by, drive by in metal boxes with strange wheels that move

moving somewhere, going somewhere.

I am supported by a hard wooden chair that absorbs nothing.

Sitting waiting for the words to tumble out, in the right order?

Never really since words have a mind of its own and a strange new order to bring order to the disorderly.

Later perhaps tomorrow the sense of the words make sense or none at all.

Maybe if I look outside the words will make sense?

Two hours later…

I wonder where time went.

The coffee is gone, as did the sugar.

Hello words what can I do with you today?

 

 

 

Postaday

After the warmth is gone.

Shiver shiver oh the coldness of the bamboo mat
isn’t doing its duty when the night air is cold, and I need some warmth to
lull me asleep. Where is that snuggling bird to regulate the heat?
Take away my excesses of energy, adjust my mood , and keep me sane.
Can it not be that I’m drinking too much. Coffee? Caffeinated drinks, to spike my consciousness into overdrive, limbs are trembling out of my control. I am sensitive. Too much. I cannot bear anymore. Sweetness begone! I cannot have you. I have other things to do and you are not among it in my to do list.

A Cat’s wishes…

A cat, round furry cat, sits in a cafe sipping green tea.

She writes a wish on to a page with round misshapen paw prints.

Meow, for a cat friend.

Meow, for the cat’s favorite cat nip presents.

Meow, for some time to snooze and snuggle in peace.

Meow, please can I have these simple wishes?

The cat would purr… contentedly if she could have these simple pleasures.

Meow.

 

Postaday

 

 

Moving day.

Even though its the start of a new month.
Vans, trucks are out on the street
Carrying the belongings of the people
from A to B
There is not the blue flower cheer and merrymaking
the caravans of moving to new places
rush to make the move quick
for the people want to resettle into a new abode.
The cat is at home,
not moving for I am already home.
At a place where I can be found.