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Remorseful

Naked to the eye

Sitting in shame, defenseless

Self-condemnation

©Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written for Susi Bocks for I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu Challenge.

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The Witch and The Flower

A poem about a lonely witch who had only a flower in her life to bring a little joy.

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A Dogs Perspective Of Growing Old


Couleur from Pixabay 

When I was a puppy, we’d play every day

Now that I’ve grown older, lie down is what you say

I’d still love to fetch a ball even though I’m ten

A few years ago, I was your best friend

I hope I’m not too old for you, and you get a younger pup

Get rid of me because I’m old and you think I’m fed-up

Dogs do grow older every day

Please oh please don’t send me away

I have arthritis in my hips, but I still want to play

Let’s go outside and have some fun today

©Susan Zutautas 2019

This was written for a flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch.

A Man Named Charley

Way up on the hillside there once lived a man named Charley

He seemed quite nice but sometimes he was gnarly

He lived alone in a stone blockhouse

He once told us he had a pet mouse

The weeds and brush somewhat hid his abode

The entire time he lived there the grass never mowed

Always wondering if he’d had any kids

Never asked him as it seemed questions were forbid

We’d often bring him food from our homes

When we did his voice would change tones

Always grateful for what we’d bring

Never said thank you but he’d sing

Out his guitar would come and he’d strum

We couldn’t help it, along we’d hum

One winters day we went to visit him and he was gone

He’d left us a letter to tell us he’d passed on

We’ll always remember the man named Charley

Sometimes he was quite gnarly

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Childhood Problems

What do you see May 7th

Hello tree

Can you see me?

I’m standing right in front of you

I’m very scared and very blue

I ran away from home you see

Really don’t know what’ll become of me

I’m standing here, the lake behind me

If I slip I’ll wrap my arms around thee

I don’t know what I’m going to do

I wish I could live here with you

My mother died and dad remarried

My life has become harried

I really don’t want her in our lives

She’s always hitting me on my behind

Why did my mother have to go

I truly, truly miss her so

A thought just came to me

I’ll go to my grandmother and  I’ll see

If she and I can live happily

Thank you, Mr. Tree

I’m so glad you listened to me

I feel much better now, so I’ll let you be

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This poem was written for What Do You See. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Walk in the Park

Taking our time meandering around

No pressures to be found

Nice warm sunny day

In the merry month of May

Children playing at the park

Dogs here and there, listen to them bark

Families all having fun

A wonderful day to just sit out in the sun

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi. Using the word meander write a poem, prose or short story using only 47 words.

A Little Bird Changed The Day

Crimson's creative challenge #25

As the day got hotter and hotter

I sat staring off into the water

Dreaming of better days

Wishing the bad ones would go away

Worrying about so many things

Then I heard a little bird sing

My mood suddenly improved

I became quite amused

The little bird upon the rock

Made me smile, what a shock

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This poem was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge.

 

One Beautiful Day – Friday Foto Fun

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This is the photo I chose for Friday Foto Fun.

Prompt “DRAMATIC”

Gathering of the Angels

What do you see April 11

What do you See? A photo challenge over at Willow Poetry.

 

Gathering of the angels took place one day

On earth, is what some people say

Each culture had its angel representative there

Overseen by the eldest, which was rare

None of the angels knew what this meeting was about

They all knew though that they couldn’t bow out

You’ve all been called, here today

On Earth, there’s trouble, she said with dismay

There’s too much racism going on in the world

Before we know it, it will be unfurled

So today I ask you angels

To do what you can, to make some changes

I want to see, peace on earth

As it was, before your birth

All the angels did agree

They promised to answer, her plea

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

 

 

What’s Your Lucky Number

numbers

Image by Erik Stein from Pixabay 

Numbers can be lucky, or so they say

What’s your lucky number, I ask if I may?

 

In poker, I have many, combinations that I’ll play

King, seven is one of my favorites, that I win at most days

 

Sometimes my lucky number is the number two

That goes way back from when I had twins, how about you?

 

Growing up I always liked the number ten

Maybe because it was the first double-digit,

but that was way back when

 

Some folks like the number seven

Makes me think of the store, Seven Eleven

 

There are so many combinations, that you can play

Have you bought your ticket, for the lottery today?

 

I’ve seen many people bet on sixty-nine

Whatever they are thinking, I’m sure is fine

 

As you can see

I have many favorites

I’ll just let it be

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for a challenge @https://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/2019-april-pad-challenge-day-8