Saturday, April 01, 2006

So Far Today...

Today I’m living
under a gray canopy
of fabric bare clouds.
The Sun is there, but
chooses to stay outside.
Airplanes circle like buzzards,
looking for a concrete carcass
to sink rubber talons in.
The neighbor’s dog
just pissed his autograph
on my front lawn of fans.
Heckle and Jeckle stopped over
for a quick bite of worm;
rain is on the way,
the weather man
is almost,
always,
sometimes right.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

13 comments:

eric l houck jr said...

i was beginning to have withdrawal without your daily posts. this more than makes up for it. very cool.

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks Eric! It's a crying shame when work gets in the way of creativity.

steve said...

great picture of an almost-rainy day, fits what i'm looking at out the window. like the dog and Heckle & Jeckle

Anonymous said...

Apparently, he doesn't care if he neglects us, Eric. Oh yeah, Pat,
nice poem.

floots said...

liked this
especially the airplane buzzards
and the canine autograph
(i hadda do the same thing in the snow beside the A9 the other night - thank god for whiteout) :)

polona said...

missed your posts, too.
entertaining read, i love it!

Michelle M. Buchanan said...

"The neighbor’s dog
just pissed his autograph
on my front lawn of fans."

Loved that! Great poem. Enjoyed a bunch of the one's below too.

Neetee said...

Airplanes circle like buzzards,
looking for a concrete carcass
to sink rubber talons in.

Despite it all, you are still so clever.

I really like this one pat!

Nick Zegarac said...

Your black humor - always a treat.

Borut said...

So far so good...

Masago said...

Amazing verbal descriptions!

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks everyone!!

Elena Horowitz-Brookes said...

This is a great poem Pat! "Airplanes circle like buzzards, looking for a concrete carcass to sink rubber talons in"...Great words. Loved the image of Heckle and Jeckle picking away out there. Loved the ending too. As always, so much packed into not too many words. I can always look forward to this when reading your poetry. They're short but brimming with life. I'm starting with this one and working my way up. I've missed out on a few. I'll be back tomorrow.