Samson a.k.a Hitchhiker, Aug 2010 – April 6, 2011


Celebrating Mardi Gras

Last night Samson didn’t come home when I called him. I was busy making a pie, so I hadn’t paid much attention to his whereabouts, and didn’t look for him until almost 11 p.m. When he didn’t respond, I slipped on a pair of sneakers and headed out the door. I walked out the driveway to the street, and saw him, his mangled body lying in the road. He had been hit by a car.
No more purrs.
No more cuddling.
He will never again hit the other cats with surprise attacks as they come around the corner.
He will never crawl into the washer.


Or eat my salad
Or knock over plants

Hide-and-Seek


Today I buried him in the back yard.

All I have to show for my troubles are blistered hands and a broken heart.

I miss him.


The Celebrate Poet of Spring in 2011 Awards


Woo hoo! Another Poetry Rally award! Thanks Jingle and all who nominated me. See you all at the next rally!


A Day


At 12 a.m. the silence screams,
deafening my senses, calming my agitation.
My meditation culminates in slumber.

At 6 a.m. the roar of traffic breaks through
my sleepy reverie, calling me to rise from the
warm depths of my bed. I greet the world with blurry vision.

At 10 am the buzz of computers and coworkers
vibrates through my being. My internal engine revs,
my body hums with activity.

At 1:00 p.m. my stomach growls its frustration,
demanding nourishment and attention.
Food and a hot drink convert the growls to a purr.

At 3:00 p.m. my muscles sing with anticipation.
I reward the symphony with bikes, and hikes, and weights.
I challenge the smallest muscle to hit the highest notes of activity.

At 5:00 p.m. thoughts and ideas clatter across my brain,
the sound of neurons firing compete with the voices of friends and strangers
as I sit in a pub and sip a brew.

At 8:00 p.m. my mind and body chirp in harmony,
excited about the day and planning the next.
Adrenaline sloshes through my system.

At 10:00 p.m. the chorus of activity has yet to leave me.
My thoughts shout across my fingers as they clip clop across the keyboard.
I type to still the agitation that jangles my nerves.

At 12 a.m. the silence screams,
deafening my senses, calming my agitation.
My meditation culminates in slumber.


The Perfect Poet Award 4 Poets Rally Week 38



Thanks to Jingle, Leo, and all who voted for me. I am once again proud to post the Perfect Poet Award from Jingle’s Poetry Rally. Below is my acceptance haiku.

For next week’s rally I nominate dragonkatet

Mealtime

A feather blocks light.
The worm writhes in agony.
A bird chirps content.

©2010 frayedges and http://www.frayedges.wordpress.com

Photo courtesy of morguefiles


New Blog, Check it out!


Hello my WordPress friends. I just started a new blog, Coffee Conversation, and Personal Hell, http://ccpersonalhell.wordpress.com/, to chronicle unsuccessful forays into the dating world. I am looking for stories to post.

If you’d like to share your mishaps, misadventures, nightmares, pet peeves, rants and raves, and humorous trysts gone wrong, send me an email at ccperhell@gmail.com. I’ll take your story and post it, using whatever name you’d like, or none at all.

Note: I reserve the right to edit pieces, but don’t worry, your story will be kept intact.


Dream World


 

Photo courtesy of morguefiles

The racing brain came to a grinding halt

at the edge of consciousness,

jostling the passengers inside.

Riders recomposed, shaking off a reverie

Collecting their belongings,

each one disembarked at the junction

between reality and dream,

marching off to their offices of creation

to begin the nightly tasks of fantasy.

 

 

©2010 frayedges and http://www.frayedges.wordpress.com.


Easier Navigation


There has been increasing interest in my cancer posts from several folks. To make navigation easier, I have subcategorized the archives of these posts in the order in which I originally posted them. They can be found under the categories to the right.


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