Some Days
Some days the moon
is just a lost nickel,
the big oak tree is
giving you the finger,
and your favorite song
from long ago
turns into a dirge.
Some days the coffee mug
just shrugs its shoulders
while your comfy shoes
are having a spat.
Some days the cat’s fur
turns to cactus spines,
the clouds shuffle and
mutter about you
and the irises
lose their sway.
12 thoughts on "Some Days"
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i like this (downbeat) vibe.
This is great. Love the moon as a “lost nickel.” Well done.
oh my Bill! I love this! Every word. the big oak, and the clouds shuffling. wonderful!
This is absolutely delightful. Love the cat’s fur morphing into “cactus spines.”
The tone here is perfect, deeply thoughtful
Yes, some days are like this. Love the imagery, and the poem!
Love this & all your work, Bill. Thanks for sharing with us this month,
Did you ever think, by the way, that your last name was a kind of prophecy, maybe destiny? 😉
Some days…off kilter to sun & moon & you…like, like the downhill slide
Well said. Terrific images — especially the shoes in a spat!
Some days the irises lose their way… great poem!
<3
You know you are having a bad day when the oak tree gives you the finger!! Love the playful imagery!!