This was a project I did basically during the pandemic. I started writing a poem a day. Once ‘real life’ started again it got harder to write everyday, which is interesting.
A Pete the Frog Story
Do you remember Pete the Frog?
He lives out back, under that log?
I have a quick story to tell —
how Pete put me under his spell.
Oops, did I forget to mention?
Pete is a magical frog.
Now I have your full attention!
One day I was out in the back
thinking about having a snack.
I wasn’t sure what I wanted —
felt like crunch was what I hunted.
Pete saw me making up my mind.
He croaked out loud “Eat what you find!”
“In fact there is a worm right there.
If you pull soft it will not tear.”
And even though I was surprised,
I leaned right down and scrunched my eyes,
I pulled that worm out of the ground
and showed old Pete what I had found!
He quickly used his tongue to grab
the little worm that I had nabbed.
So, Pete the Frog, he got a snack!
I stood there like a poor sad sack!
Pete then released me from his grip.
I walked inside and had some chips!
The Light Carries Memories
Last night I felt my Self
Slip back inside myself
Sometimes my body
Is only a shell that others see
But the me that I know
Has left
I wonder, where does she go?
She rests
In a field of gold
Listens to birds sing
Feels the touch of a butterfly wing
Watches the warm sun and the cool breeze dance in the shade of a tree
Laughs as the ants crawl on her toes
The light carries memories
As she returns home
apples and stars
the world is a giant place
filled with ideas and trees
and love and hugs and geese
and pandas and smiles and
stars and apples and sunflowers
and there is one more thing
in the world....
YOU
and that is the thing
I am most happy about
encounter in a wood
Last night I dreamt of a forest.
Above a stream in a clearing
floated fairies or sprites or spirits.
They moved as wisps of color and grace.
In the dark edges of the wood, evil lurked.
we could all feel it
I wrote the angels a poem
to say hello and thank you,
to help keep the evil away.
I had to leave the forest,
will never know if my words mattered
but I know they heard them.
we could all feel it
the little fox
there is a little fox
he lives close to her house
she sees him out at night
likely hunting mouse
she wishes should could know him
find out his true name
she thinks he might not talk to her
and questions if he’s tame
but she goes on hoping
imagining her new friend
all his fur and whiskers
she would like to tend
she has a sense of wonder
this little girl we meet
and i agree with her
a fox friend would be neat
this isn’t how the world works
you or i could tell her
but why ruin such a nice dream
can you remember how we once were?
she sees the world as someplace
her visions come alive
some day soon the spell will break
that part of her will die
maybe when she’s older
she will see another fox
the memory might be enough
the wonder box might unlock
the funny thing about that outcome
if it were to be
the fox will have been the reason
that seems a little magical to me