Saturday, June 14, 2014
Bridge
Bridge
on the dirty road
(for local traffic only)
over Bosque river.
Parallel is busy traffic
on highway.
The road passes
cemetery
full of her family.
A barn built on order.
Planks were shipped
via train.
Red bird is singing.
Bridge to understanding.
We could have fun
together.
I was to tight.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 6/14/2014
Friday, June 13, 2014
Space
Space
Space, space,
I need more space
to hang upside down
from the ceiling.
A closet is to small
and all insect died there,
or was eliminated
long time ago.
The closet smells
like moth balls
and lavender.
I need space, space
to hang down
from the ceiling,
to fly out
thorough an open window
into black night
to look for live insect,
to hunt until morning
and then come back
to hang down
from the ceiling;
try to sleep.
No, they are using
detergent,
they are spraying
and scrubbing the floor
right,
under
where I hang.
Space , space …
One lonely bat
is looking
for spacious barn
in the country
to share living,
and some social life,
with other bats.
Space, space,
what I need
is space.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
6/12/2014
POW! assignment
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Ding
Ding, ping
wearing pink
lost his shoes,
has to go
barefoot
without boots.
Hop, hop,
jumps over rocks.
Ding, ping
lost his sting
Jumps hop-scotch.
Bearded ding
dances csardas
he enjoys so much.
Ding, mink
everywhere stinks.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
2011
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Hell and Heaven
All angels’ trays
are overflowing
with miracles’ requests
and other calls
for help.
Hell reports
the highest unemployment
rate
in years.
Devils are having
locusts, fire-ants
and such
for breakfast, dinner
and lunch.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
2013
Friday, June 6, 2014
Sneezes
Honey, I am home.
A house is empty,
my honey is spending
money in the store.
Did you hear
little tiny sneezes
during the night?
You have to listen well.
My eyes caught a cold.
They have cold
and they suppose to sneeze,
too.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, 2012
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
Shards
Beautiful July Saturday afternoon.
Little boy is riding his new, red bike,
with training wheels,
on the cemetery road.
"Where is your cat?" he yells.
My cat didn't get a bike
and he doesn't know
how to ride it,
so he can't do what you can.
Middle aged woman walks her dog.
The dog poops and she doesn't
pick up after him.
Then she returns her dog home,
comes back and lays down
in a little cemetery clearing
to get little suntan.
An old man is buying two cheeseburgers
and two coffees in a mini market.
He spills coffee,
doesn't ask for refill
and pays full price.
How will he explain
half full cup of coffee
to his mate?
"I spilled it. I am too old."
Little bit memory written on a paper.
Little bit memory will not get lost.
It is a nice warm day.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
Pottsville, July 2011
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Ruined Birthday
It suppose to be
your Birthday present
like a candle,
which doesn't sing
and you couldn't
blow it,
so none of your wishes
came thorough.
Now you have to wait
for your next Birthday.
Copyright (c) Marie Neumann
2011
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