Satisfaction Like a Sated Cat

Today’s poem was inspired by the video prompt at http://wapoetlaureate.org/2015/04/16/poetry-for-all-prompt-3/ . Click on the Dropbox link below the poem to hear me read it.

 

SATISFACTION LIKE A SATED CAT

 

She lies with you on the bed,, content,

purrs as you stroke her head, shoulders back,

rub her tummy, enjoy her fur’s softness,

press your cheek against her.

You have no regrets, no desires,

no need to apologize or forgive.

Let her warmth and love surround you,

as the day draws to a close.

 

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15213189/satisfaction%20like%20a%20sated%20cat.mp3

 

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It Was Inevitable

This weekend, I’ll be in Casper for the WyoPoets annual workshop. Our presenter will be Rick Kempa, a poet and essayist who teaches at Western Wyoming Community College in Rock Springs. One of his topics will be how music can inspire poetry. I’ve written several poems inspired by songs I liked. Here’s one of them. You can click on the Dropbox link below the poem to hear me read it and the YouTube link below that to hear the song that inspired it.

 

IT WAS INEVITABLE

 

he would leave her.

After an apology for cheating,

promises to think of her always,

sing every song for her

bring her wedding ring,

he kissed her and walked out to the taxi

that would take him to the plane

but would never bring him back.

 

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15213189/it%20was%20inevitable.mp3

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SneCkM0bJq0

 

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Message to a Loved One Passed

Honey, I love you.

I always will.

Even now that you’re gone,

no one will come between us.

I know you want me to be happy,

but I was only truly happy with you.

I hope you haven’t found anyone else.

I’d like to think you were always happy with me

and never longed for another,

that you’re waiting for me.

When my time comes,

I hope you’ll be there for me.

Dying scares me,

but if you’ll take my hand,

as you did on our wedding day

and say, “Hi sweetie, are you nervous?”

I’ll respond as I did back then,

“No, now that you’re here.”

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15213189/message%20to%20a%20loved%20one%20passed.mp3

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How to Walk in Wyoming’s Wind

Yesterday, it got up to 84 degrees. Today, it’s cloudy, rainy, and only 36. A winter weather advisory is in effect with rain and snow predicted throughout the day and plenty of wind. Fortunately, I have no plans to walk anywhere, but if I did, the following poem illustrates what I would do. You can click the Dropbox link below to hear me read it. On April 15th of all days, this wind is pretty taxing, don’t you think?

 

HOW TO WALK IN WYOMING’S WIND

 

Bundle up with hands in pockets.

If the wind is at your front, lean into it.

Don’t let it push you around.

Utter profanities–no one will hear them.

 

When you retrace your steps, the wind will be at your back.

Let it propel you. Like the horse returning to the barn,

you’ll clip along at a steady, quick pace.

When you get home, reward yourself with a hot drink.

 

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15213189/how%20to%20walk%20in%20wyoming%27s%20wind.mp3

 

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Teresa’s Forcast

I was inspired to post today’s poem by the prompt at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-fourteen-2/ . I wrote this several years ago after a conversation with my cleaning lady. To hear me read it, click on the Dropbox link below the poem.

 

TERESA’S FORCAST

 

“It’s going to be hot forever,”

she says on a sweltering July day.

“seventy-six degrees in San Diego,

a hundred and six here. Maybe by Thanksgiving,

you’ll be able to cook your turkey indoors,

but the climate’s getting warmer.”

 

“Not in Wyoming–She’s full of it,” I tell myself.

“Take what she says with a grain of salt.”

 

As she leaves, she says,

“It’s a hundred degrees. Don’t go out.”

 

“You probably shouldn’t be out, either,” I say.

“Why don’t you stay?”

She snickers–the kitchen door slams.

 

https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15213189/teresa%27s%20forcast.mp3

 

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Spring (An Acrostic Poem)

Season of new beginnings, your

presence in late March, early April

revives hope, nature’s promise.

In winter, we drooped in the cold snow-covered landscape.

Now, we smile, as the sun shines, causes

growth of flowers, trees, warms the earth at last.

 

To hear me read this poem, go to https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15213189/spring.mp3

 

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Straighten Up and Fly Right

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Today’s re-blogged post was inspired by the NaPo?WriMo prompt at http://www.napowrimo.net/day-ten-3/ .

Originally posted on Abbie's Corner of the World:

A couple of years ago, I wrote an abecedarian. This type of poem has twenty-six lines, and each line starts with a letter of the alphabet in order from A to Z. You can find an example here. Below is my abecedarian, but first, click here for the song that inspired it.

On Straightening Up and Flying Right

A buzzard and a monkey wouldn?t fly together

because a monkey wouldn?t be stupid enough to

climb on a buzzard?s back since a buzzard is a

dirty old bird with no morals.

Everybody knows that monkeys don?t

fly–buzzards do. My

guess is that monkeys prefer to associate with their own kind.

Heaven knows why the song was written. What an

imagination someone must have to

justify writing it–but

knowledge of values would lead one to believe that there?s a

logical message here. The

monkey makes a point when he tells the…

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