poems of whimsy and optimism
Where have my emojis gone?
Where, where, where?
They’re not on my iphone.
They’re not anywhere.
Perhaps they’ve absconded
Gone on a spree.
Such jolly, jaunty things
My playful emojis.
Is it too much to ask them
To come back here?
My messages without them
Are cold and bare.
[image from Wiki-commons]
There used to be a saying when you praised somebody
‘I take my hat off to you’ but now very few people
Wear hats, except now for men when winter sets in
But ‘I take my beanie off to you’ doesn’t have the same ring.
That butterfly
with the crazy tatts
orange, marmalade
tangerine, black
flutters away
then flutters back
that butterfly
with the crazy tatts
Men with deep voices
Prone to ponderous pronouncements
Comic-book their jokey way
Through ‘Avengers: Infinity War’
Little tendrils of hope
reaching out, seeking purchase.
Someone, soon.
Happiness is a warm string
Tied around a parcel of poems posted
To my publisher
Jeez.
Those trees
are going to freeze
without their leaves.
What clown was it
decided it’d be best
in the middle of winter
to leave them undressed ?
