Poems

We are doing poetry in my creative writing class.  It is kinda fun.

Here is a sonnet about dogs.

Dogs

I hate to say I like them

They are most annoying and gross

I am sure my feelings stem

From what they do the most

Poop – how I hate disgusting poop

It is always on my shoe

It makes a big and smelly gloop

That can be overlooked by few

Regretfully I must admit

That I am one of those

One in the house, it is a bit

Silly that I choose

One in the front and one in the back

Plenty of dogs I do not lack.

Never done

Brown and brittle are the beans of yesterday

Into the compost they go – the scent is nothing in the cool of the winter days.

And, yet, the earth does it work

The lettuce barely a trace of what it will be

The pots of pretty petunias are empty – replaced by the perky faces of pansies

The earth’s work is never done.

Herbs flourish – the dill prepares for the summer days of cucumber

Half frozen leaves of tall cannas make home for a spider

Earth moves always round.