Friday, August 1, 2014

Fireflies

Tiny bursts of neon
Seem to polka-dot the skies,
Courtesy of lightning bugs
(A.K.A. fireflies).

Their blinking lights go on and off
As they go flitting past,
But never in the place where you
Could swear you saw them last.

As charming as they are, I think
Each time I get to see one,
That all things being equal,
I would rather see than be one.

Thursday, July 31, 2014

Futile

I need a new TV stand
So I searched for one on Google,
Deciding in advance that I
Would splurge and not be frugal.

I bounced from site to site before
I found one so ideal,
In every way it fit the bill –
Too perfect to be real.

My gut reaction was the truth,
My quest to no avail; 
Though it was beyond compare,
It just wasn’t up for sale.

See, a craftsman who’s a novice
With a talent for design
Did construct just what I wanted,
But it’s his instead of mine.

It was posted on the website
Of a woodwork magazine,
Which the Google team decided
Should appear upon my screen.

Oh, to find and lose an item
So much better than the rest
Means that now I’ll have to settle
For what’s clearly second best.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Custard

Today I had some custard
But it didn't cut the mustard
Though I really thought that it would be the best.
Guess you can't make an assumption
Based on ice-cream loving gumption
That what looks impressive must leave you impressed.

So the next time I'll be cautious;
Though this didn't make me nauseous,
It was mediocre and not up to snuff.
A prediction's surely wasted
'Cause until your tongue has tasted
All that other information's not enough.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Touché

I hate when someone says I snore
And then I hate it even more
When it is said with mirth and glee
To poke a little fun at me.

We can’t control our sleeping sounds
So ridicule is out of bounds
And that is why I should not tell
My husband that he snores as well!

Monday, July 28, 2014

Inside Someone's Head

We never know what’s brewing
Inside someone else’s head,
For from skeins of thoughts we might be privy
To a single thread.

I assumed we learned to hide our feelings
As we grew in age,
But our blocking instincts must kick in
At quite an early stage.

When you hang out with a baby,
It’s surprising to discern
That what’s going on within his mind
You have no way to learn.

So communication’s glitches
Are apparent from the start,
But we’re closer to enlightenment
When we’re in someone’s heart.

Sunday, July 27, 2014

The Antique Store

The store was filled to bursting,
Every item an "antique,"
A place to stop and browse
If it's nostalgia that you seek.

I squeezed myself between the rows
Of shelves piled to the ceiling,
But absolutely nothing
Was the slightest bit appealing.

I watched the other customers
Yet really, who'd a thunk
That so many would be interested
In someone else's junk!

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Neighbors

How nice to have a neighbor
You can visit just by walking,
To share a lovely evening with,
Both coffee-ing and talking.

No need to navigate the roads
Or run the gas tank dry
And you'll be back at home
One minute after your goodbye.

My friends are scattered all around
But nobody should knock
The value of a friendship 
With the people on your block!