Fleur

Pale green stem
bending in the breeze.
Colorful head
bobbing up and down.

A single organism
of incredible beauty,
graces my lawn
with its presence.

Many cultures
and many names,
but I
call it
flower.

Paper Planes

One thrust
and you lift off.
White wings
keep you aloft,
if only
for a moment.

Built
in perfect symmetry,
you glide
through the room.

Until
that is,
you crash
into the wall.

Your nose is bent.
I straighten it
and send you flying
once again.

Parallel Sister Monsters

This transpired this morning....

Me to Sister - You're a monster from a parallel universe!

Mom to me - Hey! Three nice things.

Sister to Mom and me - That WAS a nice thing!

April Storms

Pounding, pounding, pounding.
It pounds above my head.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

The rain,
it slams against the roof,
creating thunderous sound.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

The lightning shines,
a beacon there,
before it disappears.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

The thunder echos
loud and clear,
within our valley, here.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

The rain,
it slams against the roof,
creating thunderous sound.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

Pounding, pounding, pounding.
It pounds above my head.
It will not stop.
It will not stop.
It pounds above my head.

Blood Red Rose

It fell from
fingertip to
rose petal.

The difference
changed from
obvious to
barely viable.

My blood falls,
from where
you cut me,
to join the earth.

Hidden Singer

Cool air swirls
around me,
as my bare feet
patter across the
cold floor.

I turn the corner
and climb on the bed.
Folding my legs,
I press play.

Music flows
through me.
I smile and sing.
No one is bothered
by me here.

Furry Begger

NO.
You may not
have my hamburger.

It is mine.
No matter how big your eyes are.
No matter how you whine.
It belongs to me.

Even if you twitch your whiskers
just so slightly,
I will not give it to you.
Drooling doesn't help either.

You believe you must have it.
After all,
cows
are bigger than your head.
The hamburger
is bigger than your head.

You do not care.
Why should you?
You are a cat.

Ode to Celery

I look at you,
as you are pulled
from the plastic bag.
Long slender stalks
of pale green,
with darker leaves.

Did you aspire
to be a tree?
You do not
seem to be
cut out for it.

The Cat

I wrote this in the summer of 2010:

Meow,
Meow,
Meow.

You
have awakened me
at two a.m.
for food.

You
have used my legs
as scratching posts.

You
have begged
for things
that you do not
diserve.

You
have bitten
my fingers.

You
have shed
on my popsicle.

You
left when
I
needed you.

What
makes you think that
I will feed
you?

Letter to Flashdrives

Dear Flashdrives,
Let me spell this out for you. You. Are. Awesome. I can move my fifteenth page story from my computer to one at work. I can show my friends things from my computer without having to drag a computer to work. You are a stroke of genius. Whoever created you was one of the greatest people to ever walk the Earth. I am serious.
Without you, I would have been dead this Monday. The printer wasn't going to work with me. That much was clear. Then there you were. Sitting on my desk as normal as anything. I plugged you in, saved the document in your memory, and safely removed you. You rode around in my pocket all day, until you were needed. You did your job splendidly.
I would have very little chance of having a computer if my mother didn't know she could use you to move files from computer A. to laptop B. In fact, I owe a lot to you little rectangular device. So many things would have killed me if you didn't exist. This is why I am thanking you. Of course, you cannot read, but I still am writing a blog post just for you.

Kara