An Idea

From the crevices of my laden mind,
an idea is released
to be pondered by imagination,
debated by logic
and backed up by reason,
where it transcends
from the brain,
through the hand,
to the paper,
where it awaits the journey
from the paper
to the eye
into the crevices of your laden mind.

A Brand New Muse

getting tired
uninspired
poetic license
has expired

then by chance
or circumstance
in cyberspace
I catch a glance

once desired
thoughts retired
brand new issues
have transpired

spread the news
a brand new muse
with capable legs
and climbing shoes

carried me
up to this peak
gave me words,
helped me speak

to this place
a gentle face
lead me here
to state my case

rediscovered
now uncovered
infant feelings
gently mothered

Bumblebee

You’re way too fat you’ll never fly
just look around and you’ll see why
all the other flying things
have skinny bodies with great big wings

I think perhaps your biggest trouble
your abdomen’s shaped like a bubble
and how do you plan to get around
when all that pollen weighs you down?

You get nowhere near the buzz
as your cousin the honey bee does
There’s no one building you a hive
trying to help you to survive

Oh. Bumblebee can you explain
those tiny wings of cellophane
So, Bumblebee please fly for me
and help me solve this mystery

Time Machine

I’m working on a time machine
and it’s the only one
no sooner had I started it
it was already done

It cost a lot to build it
but I put it all on credit
every time the bill comes due
I go back and forget it

How long it took, it’s hard to say
built on time I had to borrow
I started it a week from today
and finished it tomorrow

Because time travels in a line
you have to journey quickly
I can move ahead just fine
but backwards leaves me sickly

“Is there a way to prove it works?”
Why yes, I’m glad you asked
the poem that you are reading now
was written in the past

For Lack of An Egg

for lack of an egg
the cake wasn’t made
for lack of the cake
the party delayed

this lack of an egg
is no laughing matter
this lack of an egg
means lack of cake batter

this lack of an egg
you think is a joke
this lack of the albumen
this lack of the yoke

for lack of an egg
the cake must be ordered
for lack of an egg
the hen must be slaughtered

Springtime

The cycle once again begins
as maple trees send out swelling buds
that become leaves,
fresh new growth,
that hides the leaf scars of years gone by.

Robins are busy searching.
Searching for mates.
Searching for straw to repair their nest
after winter’s harsh treatment.
Searching for food for their young.

Young trout swim safety in the shallow pools
but are compelled to take risks
and venture forth
into dangerous,
fast moving waters.

Meanwhile, the crocus bravely pushes
up through the earth
and makes a stand,
competing for it’s share of the springtime.

Deer feed in open meadows.
New fawns play in the warm, spring sunshine,
unaware of potential danger
from winter, hunters or dogs.

Like the maple, I too,
cover old scars with new growth.
Like the robins, I too,
am searching.
Like the trout , I too,
am compelled to venture forth
and to  take risks.
Like the crocus, I too,
must compete.
Like the fawn, I too,
am ignorant of possible danger.

Yes, the cycle once again begins.

Mistaken Love

An oversight of self-admission,
mistaken love, misguided vision
but fallacies were so exciting
filled with grace and so inviting.
Reality with such intrusion
made me ponder my illusion.
The eternal love I’d waited for
was just a dream and nothing more