My muse came to me
this morning quite by chance,
as I was at my bedside
buttoning my pants.
Sweet she sang to me,
of beauty all around.
That's why, my dear,
I've walked all day,
with my zipper down.
I like to keep a dream/story idea journal by my bed, to write down ideas I have there. It seems I am most creative when in bed. One morning I had a good one. I was dressing while jotting down the idea as I got ready for work. I was about to leave the house (after doing 101 different ADHD tasks), when my wife pointed out the task most embarrassingly not completed. I zipped my jeans to the button, then, inspired, I paused to write the previous in the style of Ogden Nash.
“The Termite"
Ogden Nash
Some primal termite knocked on wood,
tasted it, and found it good.
That is why your cousin Mae
fell through the parlor floor today.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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