Beckoning warmed cup
Quality tea leaves
Saucer with dash of
Cinnamon, cardamom, clove
Boiling water on spiced leaves
Drip drip drip slowwww
Aroma rising
In tandem
With
Spirit
Sip sip sip
Lethargy
Slip slip slip
Spirit
lifts lifts lifts
nirvana
I do not hate
Any
one
Any
more

picture from internet-disclaimer

Boiling water

On burner

Steaming cup

Scalded cheek

Tongue bitten

Stiff fingers

Wistful eyeful

Grey locks

Nature’s graffiti

Hair confetti

Relentless march

Time unforgiving

Spirit unwilling

Body bowing

Jerking upright

Vainly walking

In tandem

wayward

Spirit-eternal

Sunshine

Inside out

Spilling

thoughtfully

An obscure landscape

Nondescript place

Extraordinary sight

Flightless bird in flight

Icarus on the waterway

Fish flying on airway

Piranha regurgitating bits

Bits coming together

Forming joey rabbits

Stars stretching arms

Gently touching petals

Petals pecking starry cheeks

Sun, moon gliding hand in hand

Day and night getting out of hand

Topsy turvy world sleeping waking

Seated on a dinosaur back

Magic wand my hand waving

When a 3D reptile converged

Recoiling I jumped, fell

Thud woke me, pell mell

A fanciful dream, I could tell

Painful back

Out of shape gait

Was my fate

(picture courtsey burningwell.org)

Formed concentric circles in sky banded

Commotion set in motion, mood matching

Strife in home, virulent contagion catching

Repercussions rippled refracted inside

Cracking open sinewy blood ties, untying

Pristine relationships hitherto, now sullying

Emotional tsunami breaking free, hurtling   

Caught unawares at the edge

Absorbing, backed into hedge

Hedge caved hurtling beyond

Ripples, into the black vortex

Malevolent clam eye shucked

Into the dark funnel, plucked

Concentric ripples, chuckled

Stubborn spirit did not buckle

Came to in room of cadavers load

Frosty room, human hors d’oeuvres

My hardy stock demurred, quite averse

To them join, soul went into limpet mode

Family located, rushed, identified cried

Few wondering about will, else implied

Sifting chaff from grain, I thus separated

Biding time before getting self resurrected

Wake, gala affair with my money, nothing lacked

Kin sobbed, rejoiced as thought of fortune jingled

Eulogies, some genuine, crass many, few singled, with

Embalmer’s pact, kept body intact, I made a comeback  

Genuine ties were joyous, wonder struck

The perfidious were mad, thunder struck

Funeral director, rubbed hands, cluck clucked

Chortling, I stepped into my limo and left

Reddened eyes
Smart smote
Recalling tote
Bearing ice

Winter blues
Summer haze
Over largesse
Sets ablaze

Heat fireballs singe
Hail stones, jolt
Pouring rains and
Startling thunderbolts

Weather changeable
Prima Donna moody
Best be calm, not wilt
Let season do what it will!

Our duel of wits had lasted a long time
Until they accepted defeat giving me respite
No longer wary, I breathed happily, to enjoy
Free run of kitchen, bite here there to annoy

Hating my guts, a professional they’d employed
To capture me, heal their bleeding hemorrhoids
But I come from a stock both spunky and wily, in me
Catcher met his match, unusual protagonist, slippery

Grandma said at time of my birth stars had conspired
Hence I was always in trouble, all reform plans misfired
The professional set many a mousetrap for my capture
My uncanny skill kept me one jump ahead in utter rapture

Our cat and mouse play went on for many months
Until, end of his tether Professional gave up on seventh
To celebrate victory we had a gala party on the eighth
Ceasefire gave us all time to catch our breaths

Then alas, one day the building next door collapsed
Taking down a wall of our mansion that was attached
Life ebbed out of all of us as we scurried here and there
Disgusted, our master sold house dirt cheap in despair  
 
~~
I should be the last person to say anything against temptation,
 naturally, but we have a proverb down here ‘in baiting a
 mouse-trap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse’.
- Hector Hugh Munro

Mouse is Not A Thief, It is the hole that Allows Mouse In!

-Herman Jacobs

picture from internet

Two ancient green papers thin
Spidery cobwebbed palms
Delicate talon hooked digits
Weaving lace
Exquisite
Gossamer
Whisper
Wafer
Thin

Astride full throttled boat
Gliding playfully in deep blue
Competing with deeper blue above
We landed
On the island
Where time
Stood still
History
Centuries
Unthawed

Ginger bread house
Multi hued unsubtle
Framed in doorway
With cucumber innards
As a Still life
Posed
an industrious
Lace maker
Nonna

~~

fotos from internet- we visited Burano, Italy in ’07 and picture is imprinted in my head

One Upmanship 

 The sexy gigolo was again on prowl
Men thronged Rose cheek by jowl
Contrived collision mid deck
Made Rose and gigolo connect  

Lottery winner spinster
Rung new beau dry
Lavish gifts showered
Nailed him by her side 

 Post week’s loving on luxury boat
Gigolo’s heist plans were afloat
In her drink he slipped a Mickey
She gave him her pooch sickly  

 As he left her dog with ship’s vet
She switched drinks in move deft
They clinked, drank to health
Both dreaming of plans ahead 

 Next morning gigolo groggily rose
He searched high low for Ms. Rose
At night she’d left ship by chopper
A runaway felon and an imposter! 

ps; to slip a mickey= sleeping pill 

 picture from internet