In My Dream

In my dream I am swimming again
Through the air
But this time
The air feels like water
It has substance 
I can get a hold on it
And move forward

In My Dream

Shell and Bone

Walk between the tide lines

Tracks haphazard then straight

run for miles northwest

into the windscape of dawn

Be the first to leave a mark

Find shell and bone

These fragments

left on the beach

will in time



Shell and Bone


It’s a mole

It’s a mole

come and see him

make a hole


Where once the lush

green grass was flowing

now he makes it

hard for mowing


It’s a mole

It’s a mole

piles the earth

and moves the soil


See the brown ground

pushing upward

with every mound

he serves his hunger


It’s a mole

It’s a mole

watch him moving

towards the knoll


Down below

he tunnels further

if he keeps going

he’ll find some petro


It’s a mole

It’s a mole

both day and night

come see him toil


I count the piles

there’s twenty three

if it’s up to me

I’d stop the mole


It’s not a mole

It’s not a mole

after some thought

perhaps it’s a vole



NaPoWriMo prompt – repetition




The Handyman


Just enough to get by

fix the car and feed the kids

all my tools right here

Can I help you?


Who has seen the handyman?

He went away without his pay

most of the work was done

and I expected him at dawn


All I really want to do

is sweep your gutters

tear down that facade

trim your trees and rosebush too


Perhaps the handyman is ill

or down on his luck

maybe this time he got drunk

or lost his tools and ran amuck


Where was that house I was working at

was the house on fourth or fifth or sixth?

maybe if I drive around

but my trucks in the shop   no luck


Is that the handyman outside

standing perplexed with a cig in his hand?

his rolling cart of tools I recognize

I call out eagerly for the handyman


There it is that’s the one

I heard a voice in the distance call

it called me by name

now I can work and get my pay


Handyman Handyman

there is so much to do

today tomorrow the whole year too

your job for me is never through



NaPoWriMo Day 6 prompt point of view

The Handyman