So many bottles
in gift baskets:
body shampoo
lotion
bath oil
bubble bath
body scrub
Why do all these people think I need
so much help to get clean?
.
.
(cleaning out the bathroom cupboards today)
micropoetry- joy April 27, 2014
Naked girl
giggling down the road
Babysitter chasing
with the bath towel.
Toddler joyfully
on the run.
.
.
.
I can still hear the giggles in memory, though the toddler in question is now 33 years old. 🙂
poem- dreaming in the tub April 18, 2014
In drenched sleep
dreaming
computer rests across my knees
I’m writing
with neck crooked awkwardly
of you
and what happens next
in my favourite novel
and pondering the universe
until wisdom unfolds.
I type it all down,
in my dream
take dictation
from the subconscious
but when I awaken
there are neither words
nor keyboard
and all wisdom has evaporated
in the steam,
or drizzled down the drain.
poem- Sochi shivers February 18, 2014
Snow falling outside the window
Snow falling on the venues at Sochi
While I watch winter,
I dream of hot water:
Olympic bath time.
(They don’t offer a medal for shivering
and that’s my best winter activity).
Shawn L. Bird 