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)
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13 comments:
i was beginning to have withdrawal without your daily posts. this more than makes up for it. very cool.
Thanks Eric! It's a crying shame when work gets in the way of creativity.
great picture of an almost-rainy day, fits what i'm looking at out the window. like the dog and Heckle & Jeckle
Apparently, he doesn't care if he neglects us, Eric. Oh yeah, Pat,
nice poem.
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) :)
missed your posts, too.
entertaining read, i love it!
"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.
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!
Your black humor - always a treat.
So far so good...
Amazing verbal descriptions!
Thanks everyone!!
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.
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