A to Z Blog Challenge Meets NaPoWriMo
Theme: It’s the Little Things
April 4, 2015
Deck Sitting
I sit in sun to warm myself,
to melt the ice-heart chilling my chest,
to heat and speed the flow of blood and love.
Dogs lie dead-like on
bleached grain-raised wood,
unstirring till the sun grows too warm
on black fur.
How will I know when I’ve had too much sun?
Will I know to move before I burn?
Can I ever get enough?
Dog Sitting
Or rather dogs lying
on my bed, at my feet,
nestled firm against the curve of my leg—
a paradox of inconvenience and comfort.
Duck
The duck, or rather the drake,
is severely confused, baffled, rebuffed,
chasing with flapping wings—
with his best allure, his premium pick-up line—
a little red-capped chicken,
who flees in dread
from this creepy, pushy dude
who’s
just
not
her
type.
Debbie
One hundred percent fat-free,
wired for irony,
plumbed for the laugh,
powered by a melty-drip heart.
Pushing the Bruise 
My admiration for your sense of humour has just shot through the roof, and it was already about high-rise penthouse level anyway. I cannot stop laughing about the duck, I mean the drake.
Thank you, so much, for sharing your poetry in this format. It is an absolute joy.
Thank you! What a kind comment! The ducks were just killing me the whole week, especially him chasing after the hen. Just dying!
I’ve just read all of your poems. Then I went back to study them. I think this place suits you, and you should stay there. Also, my heart is now melty-dripping.
Debbie, thank you. 🙂 I pondered using “the soft, gooey, chocolatey center” but it didn’t feel quite right. LOL!
I love ALL your D poems. These are wonderful, wise, and fun. You make poetry seem like such good play I almost want to try NaPoWriMo. Can’t decide which one I like best.
Thank you so much, Tonia. I think you should try NaPo some year. It’d be way fun!
Oh, Ros, I just love you and your words. Always honest, often funny, and totally YOU.
Aw, thanks, Shrink! 🙂