A couple of poems from this week. Some days I feel despair and other days I focus on my own world and try to make things right with it. That is what I am writing about this week, I guess.
What Happened
in the deep
red we skirt the blue
planet we’ve
just been told
things are too crazy there man
don’t stop not even
for lunch. So
we gas the beater
speed through pink
dust it’s not
radioactive is it
yes it is too bad
Mark this place
off our list and head
to the next
planet. What
a shame we’ve heard Earth was once
an outright showplace
shadorma chain
1/14/22
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In Our Living Room
I remove the dust
from the end table
I use the lemon polish
and the soft pink rag
and
Like the cat
who delights in the
biting twisting pulling
snap
and there he examines
his claws-extended paw
I lose myself
in the task
1/14/22
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
Cats always have themselves together. Earth on the other hand…(k)
Yes. If cats only ruled the world we might be a lot better off.
Yes, what Kerfe said.
And I’ll say again what I replied to Kerfe – if only cats ruled the world…we would be better off. Just my opinion.
I love my cat so much, and I know he loves me, too. I can’t see him as a ruler though. 😏
When our kids were little, they imagined our cats at the time having “residence parties” when we were gone, and one of them cooked pancakes for all the cats that came.
My current cat, he has no ruler of the world ambitions, but some of our past ones…yes. If they were not already doing so. I love the cat party idea. And pancakes!
😀
My days are the same. Glad you have your poetry and your art.
Yes, and the same to you, with your fiber arts, fabric and yarn. Making something tangible helps, I think, on these kinds of days.