Thursday, April 25, 2019

V - Veterinarians, Gas Stations, and Edward


We went to the vet’s for a blood test
‘cause Edward needed his pills.
Allergies and thyroid,
epilepsy and big bills

Everyone says, “How cute.”
Everyone thinks, “How smart.”
I say, “Edward’s very sweet,”
and add his salve to my cart.

Edward loves all people,
but thinks small dogs are snacks.
So keep that wiener dog away,
I give you just the facts!

Edward’s a Goldendoodle,
a mutt by another name.
When we offer him a car ride,
Edward’s always game.

He has his regular treat rounds
He’s a hairy dog rock star!
Coffee stand, gas station,
the vet has treats in a jar.

Edward’s very curly,
but it’s hair he has, not fur.
The groomer’s cost is mighty
as your balance will concur.

If you want a Goldendoodle,
Just heed these words I say,
They’re sweet and cute and loving,
but, oh, you may rue the day!

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Wednesday, April 24, 2019

U - Umbrellas and Undercover

a nonet

The umbrellas unfurl at first drop
sidewalks too crowded for them all 
Jostling neighbor to neighbor
On slipp’ry street corners
Vie for their own space
Tangled pinwheels
Jangled nerves
Harsh words

 a mirror or palindrome poem

Hidden things
Molder and stink
Rotten apples
Maggoty carcasses
Forgotten letters
Lost love
Things of death
Death of things
Love lost
Letters forgotten
Carcasses maggoty
Apples rotten
Stink and molder
Things hidden

 ©2019 Lisa Smith Nelson. All Rights Reserved

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

T - Tables for Two


The women sit
sharing coffee
or tea
as the morning sun slants in the window
of the breakfast room

What do they speak of?
Husbands, children,
of the things they left behind
and yet still yearn for?


In the city
the women sit
sipping coffee
their heads bend over
the daily news

Neither speaks
of what it means to be alone
in a city full of people
Coffee finished
they fold their papers
 lay them on the table
and leave
never knowing the other was even there

(Inspired by two paintings by Win D. Smith,
who was not only an artist, but a published poet,
as well as my father. Both painting hang in my dining area.)

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