Father ( words from an email from a friend)

I don't think you ever met my father
but I wish you could have
before he had his stroke
in 96
he was always the life of the party
(glad I didn't take after him)
he didn't always treat my mom too nicely
and there were times
when we didn't see eye to eye
but when he passed it was like
your a kid again
I kept saying
I would not get emotional
he died when we put him
in a nursing home
but like I said
its different when he died
couldn't imagine how it would be
all the angles and turns
that got us here
in the end
still my father

Charlie

about half way to the
greek orthodox monastery
where I walk in the morning
early to beat the heat
charlie an old chocolate lab
found me and now we walk together
he is uaually waiting for me
somewhere on the road
perhaps close to his home
we are happy to see each other
he is marked by circles
of white callouses
from wear and tear
he is old but still young
he is wonderfully delightful
and fills an emptiness
left behind when my
old hunting dog gypsy died
we stop to look
at the blooming desert orchid bush
and the blooming sage
buzzing with bees
at the gate of the monastery
and we have tense moments
occasionally with other dogs
our walk ends
after he has immersed himself
in the big tub of water
for all visiting critters
by gypsys angel play patch
we say goodby at the cabin door
as I scratch his old brown ears
we know all we need to know
about each other
we are friends

Liz

Fog and Clouds
Library of The Mind
John
Love
Sigh of the Times
Stoplight
Dad

lizard

a rather large lizard
has taken up house keeping
in gypsys angel patch
it rapidly ran over my foot
yesterday while I was watering
probably there because of that
I will watch for him
as the drought continues
as does the watering

what do you really think?

how do you like my
new dress
new car
new house
new friend
new boyfriend
new book
new computer
new husband
new job
what do you
really think?
how do you like
this poem?

jailed mind

daytime thinking
jabbering junk
cell crap
texting boredom
nighttime thinking
private thoughts
drifting up
to the stars
held tightly
in a fist
secret truth
cleansing tears
wash sleep
daytime cell
jailed mind

Questions?

questions
no answers
unfinished thoughts
not connecting
a weaver with no thread
a needle with no eye
hanging memory clouds
holding onto the wind
stacking raindrops
on a rainbow
color me
where do I go
from heaven?