What random object has been left beside the door?


I slowly navigate down our flights of stairs
pondering the mystery that lies at the bottom.
The mystery of objects left….
Yesterday a bag filled of clothes
Last week a frying pan, a playpen
Today, will it be a pile of books
or a set of towels?
What random object has been left beside the door?
Where did it come from?
Where is it to go?
I wonder who leaves these objects and why?
Truly, I don’t really want to know.
I want the mystery, the secret
to continue intriguing me.
These random objects left beside the door
each have a story, a lost history
a tale I am free to imagine just
how I want it to be.
The objects we have left behind
a pair of glasses, a pink sweater
significant or trivial
forgotten or missed
they are pieces to our story
pieces of life we have left behind.
I almost forgot…
What random object has been left beside the door?
Today, a stack of old dishes.
River 9/10

Come hither…..

Come and Compete
at the

Masquerade of Balls

You may think you will win
The chances are thin
The Joker is here
A court puppeteer

Competing with the final nine
Bulging tights and red wine
He says he will win
A problem knows his twin

Royals will judge the final pairs
Two get specialty of the Airs
The higher the bedder
The finer the rounder

The winner will have the honoralls
The highest of all balls!
Good Luck !

*2nd poem for Monday Potluck. lol! Don’t ask! I couldn’t resist!  🙂

Masquerade Ball

Come one! Come all!
To the Fairies Eve
Masquerade Ball!

Circle around! Enter Here!
Grab a mask of delight
Make sure it’s on just right

Find a seat! Now, don’t be shy!
Dews of rainbows cold & sweet
Wings aflutter with the beat!

Strums of chords of Blue alight!
Poppy seeds and cattail reeds
There stands Joker by the weeds!

Masks of shadows vines of color!
Gowns of petals swirl wonders
With the thought of his blunders!

Night is moving all to fast!
Bits of web and honey comb
Laughter with a friendly gnome!

Beauteous Lunar circles one last hall
Announcing the end
Of this years Ball!

Come again! Until next years call!
To the Fairies Eve
Masquerade Ball!

*For the very first Monday Potluck!

Am I Drunk

I look in your face
As I stumble from my car
Purposely forgetting my cane

Unmistakable instant judgment
Is scribbled across your starring
Glare while you grab your phone
Frowning towards my daughter

I laugh and turn back to my car
Parked in the Handicap zone
I grab my cane to pass you again
Watching you stop the call
Not wanting to look my way

I cannot resist muttering
“So, you think I’m drunk
Well sorry, I have MS”

*I was thinking this piece was too bitchy but as my daughter said, “Its true.”

Drip, Drip, Drip -a Magpie prompt

Drip, Drip, Drip

She submerges in the warm bubbly water

not allowing the annoyance of the drip

to sink in and add

to her overabundant irritability.

The reason she was drove to this bathtub with bubbles

behind a locked door.

She surfaces to hear the cries of her youngest,

“Mom”  yells the oldest.

She dives back under imaging a bliss of quite,

holding her breathe for as long as she can.

The water thins as the rattle of the door gets louder.

She glances at her toes peeking out and smiles

as she climbs out she can’t help thinking through the noise,

At least my toes look awesome.

Pineapple Quest

A chimpanzee dressed in silk
Zeros in on a pineapple
He stands on a pot and watches
In a blink of an eye
Honking cars and baked streets
Turn to dry plants and a deep lake
A summer stream stands in-between
Him and the pineapple
He pulls out a hose to swing across
As a wind is blown to guide him along
He lands with a moisten to his lips
next to his pineapple quest.

This poem is for the weekly prompt put on by Big Tent Poetry. This week it is a wordle
Wordle: Big-Tent-Poetry-Wordle-3