The Week in a Blink
This is not a literal poem as you might be thinking. There have been no puppy accidents for at least two days. She’s getting much better at not peeing in the house and she hasn’t pooped in the house for weeks. Was that TMI?
This is not a literal poem as you might be thinking. There have been no puppy accidents for at least two days. She’s getting much better at not peeing in the house and she hasn’t pooped in the house for weeks. Was that TMI?
The following poem is a real mish-mash. I couldn’t decide whether to rhyme or not rhyme and the rhythm is illusive. I’m sure I’ve broken every rule in the poetry rule book by now. I should have just skipped the “door” poem, but it’s been snaking through my brain tissue and had to come out,…
Snow has many sounds Depending on the temperatures Before, during, and after Walking the paths It can be like Stepping on Rice Crispies Snap crackle pop! Squeeky Like new tennis shoes On a gym floor Or shooshy Like a slinky Coming down the stairs These days, There is an abundance Of slip and slide If…
Solo Trail Ride Squeeking of leather Calling of birds Riding in the woods It’s too purty for words. Just me and my horse Ambling along. It’s such a wonderful feeling Wanna break out in song. I found a melody In the beating of hooves As my troubles drift off And over tree roofs. – Mary…
“This way!” she said. “Follow the lights!” There is a magic forest Ruled by a very wise tree (okay, he’s actually checking out some chick passing by, it was Vegas after all) You’ll pass under a sea of colorful jelly fish And you will find a palace…
At what point Do we Stop enjoying Eying with wonder A seed split open A shoot rising Out of the earth Or fungus Springing out of Recycled coffee grounds? At what point Do we become So sophisticated That nothing amazes Makes us blink in surprise At what point Are we no longer allowed To be…
There has been a big lead up to a blizzard coming our way. Nine inches of snow were predicted for my area. Nine inches is too much for my snowblower to handle, but I’d still like at least a few more weeks to ski so I watched with anticipation all day. I prepared for the…
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I think Java is quite fitting name!!! All that energy comes through loud and clear. My favorite pic is the one where the two stars have their mouths full!
Once again..another great poem sweetie!
God bless and have a great evening!!!
Boy did I blow that with the names!!!
Sorry!
Love the play photos. Sorry that you’re so exhausted. Puppies exhaust me… even when I have all the time in the world for them. But, their cuteness more than compensates.
I hope that you get some rejuvenation this weekend.
Coffee Beans?
TGIF…Enjoy your weekend.
The photos of the doggies, each with something to drag out and play with…FUNNY!
The poem…a tightly worded description of exhaustion…love it…and can relate.
The sculpture…hmmm…the Walker might like it though : )
Great poem. 🙂 I share your exhaustion today. It took all I had not to take a nap at my desk. The pics of the pups are adorable.
Sounds like you’re on a roll with the housebreaking. That last picture looks like something pretty fancy for puppy fodder. LOL
Great shots….again. Java and Latte seem so happy together.
Your puppy shots are precious! I bet you are laughing a lot at all the playfulness.
And your sculpture needs a more accurate name:
Adirondack Pit Toilet
lol!
~Lisa
I just realized you named the new pup Latte. And I was just going to suggest that name. Or, did I already? lol!
I have a mini-mancha goat named Latte, too. 🙂
~Lisa