Death Scream

outside at 10 pm

with the dogs

a death cry fight

came from the

woods 50

yards out

we all froze

stood motionless

paralyzed with fear

already mourning

something

something fought

something died

in the woods

we think it was

an owl attacking

another feral cat

the terror of the

forest at night

is every fairy tale

illustration of the

dark side that

traumatized childhood

into needing

another glass of water

our woods are

where we live

and sleep

stuck in the pages

of no happily

ever after for

our wildlife

after YouTube

church we’ll take

the tractor to

the crime scene

we, the detectives

of the dark forest

Piddling

we piddled together through the mart

antiques, novelties, glove sizers

didn’t buy a single thing

except lunch — (we bought that)

fly in her water

didn’t keep it

sent it back

ordered

wine

Morning Games

I see his figure

peeking around the sage chair

looking right at me

acting non-chalant

resting briefly to lick paws

he stretches out, yawns

as if he does not

have a burning agenda

playing me a fool

his ball rests nearby

then a thump of his black tail

and a sudden pounce

an invitation

to an early-morning game

that I can’t resist

Fitz and the Vent

Fitz

Fitz and the Vent

’twas a mystery

that the floor vent was missing

gone; vanished; not there

I asked who stole it

Who would steal a vent? he quipped

I thought we had ghosts

our dog naps on it

in the summer to stay cool

but a Schnoodle thief?

how would he take it?

it’s heavy ~ and he has no

fingers to raise it

why would he want it?

still, my husband checked the bed

it was underneath

we both scratched our heads

he retrieved the vent, replaced

it in his closet

and then we heard it

bumping against the wood floors

when we checked, we saw

Fitz’s collar tag

was caught in the metal slats

as he dragged it out

one mystery solved:

we removed his collar tags

unchained his anchor

Day 5 of July Open Write

Mo Daley of Illinois is our host today at http://www.ethicalela.com for Day 5 of the July Open Write. She inspires us to write dodoitsu poems. Mo writes, “I was looking for poetic forms that I was unfamiliar with and stumbled upon the dodoitsu. It’s a four-lined Japanese form with no set rhyme scheme. Its syllabic structure is 7-7-7-5. The dodoitsu is usually comical and usually concerns love or work. Include a title if you wish.”

Mo notes that some consider the dodoitsu the Japanese limerick. It reminded me of our schnauzer, Fitz, who has CUPS disease and has had most of his teeth removed and is scheduled for the rest. He may have lost his teeth, but he hasn’t lost his ranking order.

Toothless Alpha

he’s practically toothless

our aging schnauzer alpha

gumming vicious warning snaps

at badass others

Day 4 of July Open Write

This day of the month is my favorite – the day when all three of my online writing groups converge – The Slice of Life (www.twowritingteachers.org), The Open Write (www.ethicalela.com), and The Stafford Challenge (a group on Facebook, led by Brian Rohr and inspired by William Stafford). I look forward to seeing my fellow writers in person at NCTE in Boston in November and hereby volunteer to work with others to help set up meet and greet points where we can all eat and write together. There is something special about getting to know a person through writing and then meeting them face to face.

Today’s host at http://www.ethicalela.com for Day 4 of the July Open Write is Gayle Sands of Maryland. She inspires us to write Important Thing Poems based on the childhood classic Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown. You can read Gayle’s full prompt here, and I hope you will write a poem and share it!

I so love this prompt and its reach to everyone, everywhere. This prompt would work to inspire verse in grades Pre-K through 12 and beyond. Classic books have the power to change the world, I am convinced.

Photo by Dhivakaran S on Pexels.com

Sparking Hope

The important thing
about a flame
is that it sparks hope.
You can warm by it,
hold hands by it,
kiss by it, sleep by it.
You can see with it,
you can remember through it,
you can glow in it, pray over it,
refine gold in it,
say goodbye or goodnight with it.
But the important thing
about a flame
is that it sparks hope.

Special thanks to Two Writing Teachers at Slice of Life for inspiring teachers to share their writing and giving space to read the work of all and share the love of the writinghood.