Remnants

Window shades and eyelids

New mowed grass and rugs

Recalling things that I did

My memory has bugs

 

Technology and footwear

Blender drinks we sip

An App to find a plumber

Cannot stop a drip

 

Bygone actor photos

Like folks we never met

Set my mind to thinking

Of lines I can’t forget

 

Bookshelves filled with jackets

A winter sport for sure

Hemmingway & Charlotte’s Web

Get tangled in the blur

 

Age, it has caught up with me

My race completely run

Like window shades & eyelids

Blocking out the Sun

 

Beneath the Marble Headstone

In a field - back by the fence

My dialog continues

Though not in present tense

 

 

 

 

zc 

 

 

 

 

 



Cat-n-Mouse

The passageway was narrow.  It played my whiskers like a mandolin.  Each pluck of the taut strings telling me I wouldn't fit, like some annoying song; Chubby kitty - out of luck, turn back now or you'll be stuck. 

I should not have followed him into this wall.  But he had taunted me for the last time.  Today – he would be mine, or my name isn’t - Zee Kat.

 



Since 1932

 

The last window has been on Backorder.

 

 



The Maid's Quarters

 

 



Pablo's



The Psych Ward

 

 

She pried a window open.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She tied bed sheets together and lowered

herself down.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How they knew she wasn't yet cured...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Still-life Viewing Landscape



Break Time

 

I have momentarily stepped away from my blog

that I might enjoy a refreshing snack.

 

I expect to return within 30 minutes.

 

 

Thank you

 

 

 

 

 

OK, I'm back now.



Wild Animal Park

I can't believe they put Larry in charge of

building the snake enclosure.

 



Flight 618

Each and every passenger sat perfectly still, even the small child in 17C, who had been squirming and fussing throughout the entire flight suddenly settled down, almost to the point of holding their breath. 

 

The flight attendants sat motionless in their jump-seats.  None of them had ever been trained for anything like this. 

 

The pilot gently held the microphone as he calmly spoke to the control tower.  No one seemed to know how to handle this situation.  Opening the door and inflating the emergency slide was out of the question. 

 

Even the slightest breeze could send them plummeting.

 

 

 

 

 

 

   

 

 

 

 



Roots - not so square

There seems an importance to math that had not, during my formative years, been well explained.  Maybe all I needed to do was to look around - observe my surroundings, and it would have all come together.

 

 

 



Seasons

I’ve warm cozy tootsies

in thick woolen socks -

in boots made for climbing

over rivers and rocks -

 

The harsh winter wind

cannot break through my coat -

with its thick snuggly lining

guaranteed it will float -

 

My hat is a marvel

with its brim built for shade -

stylish and sturdy

with venting holes made –

 

Gloves that are fur lined

feel good to the touch –

impervious to frostbite

resistant to slush –

 

All ready for action

please send me outside –

to scamper up hills

just to down again slide –

 

Excited to play

with friends dressed in haste –

ear muffs and scarves

mostly cover their face –

 

Rejoicing in winter

in the crisp biting cold –

is something we do

just until we get old –

 

Then we sit by the fire

wrapped in a quilt –

remembering days

that yesterday built –

 

Thinking back fondly

of us in the Fall –

before we were cold

for no reason at all –

 

Remembering when

is best what we do –

when we had our own teeth

ate food we could chew –

 

Wrapped in our blankets

knee socks in slippers –

forgetting whose who

calling everyone Skipper –

 

Old friends and memories

fade into the halls –

now lined with strangers

and distant phone calls –

 

Life as it happens

is indeed quite a ride –

let me do it again

just to down again slide.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



In hindsight…

 

We should have landed before trying to fix it.