pink flowers blooming
a rain of petals falling
something is dying

as far off snows are melting
our first flower petals fall

dull, blinking, tired
too much creativity
has drained energy
a zombie sits typing here
to fill up a page with words

It's been a weird birthday today
But this time I don't mind
Going out with Sparks to play
It's been a weird birthday today
Presents and presence surprisingly combined
A slow day - now to mental grind
It's been a weird birthday today
But this time I don't mind

Get ready
sew all the bags
double check all the forms
Are we ready? It's time for Sparks
sleepover

slow motion friday
my head full
a pounding bock within
the things I must accomplish
undone

home from school
naptime
too much TV
time for resting
slow motion friday

A quirky old mathematician
found something is his I
It growled quite alarmingly:
a Snarlier Pi

Unwilling to admit his error
the Prof made a new lens
Now no one would question his find:
a Lair Ripens

He tore through his lab in a fury
to not let evidence slip
Then he found a secret weapon:
Arsenal I Rip

It wasn't a gun or a math ray
more a talkative spur
Something to distract from his failing:
Alien Rap Sir

But his colleagues weren't that foolish
They saw through the spin
and awarded him one just like theirs:
Alias Err Pin

Freedom
the illusion
of choice
outside the cage
with an open door
Trapped

Tuesday
buy chicken food
go to swimming lesson
rush home, eat, then go out to Sparks
Dizzy

picking up litter
keep the earth clean and healthy
basic skills undone
more R's than three are needed
garbage overflows
a disposable culture
wastes itself today
nature balances our greed
with or without us
an insufficient truth comes:
we cannot stay what we are

resplendent in mud
and rain, the mossy forest
breathes life for us all