JoCo Senior Games

Last night I learned that a poem I wrote, HANDS, won third place in the Johnston County Senior Games, in the Silver Arts Division. Not bad, considering the fact that I was a No-Show. If I went to the event,  I might have scored higher.

Tulip's Latest Escapades

Tulip, my kitten, is teaching me well;🌷

I've accepted her foibles (which can be hell).

My floor lamp's was moved once she started to climb it.

Unused, in a bedroom, is where it now sits.

A car window shade keeps her from noshing on plants;

clean- or not-dishes, and pizzas while thawing;

each case invites ants 🐜🐜🐜🐜

to survey the counters in my kitchen.

She re-arranges loose papers; Tulip deems them as tasty.

Snippets of paper continue to "snow" the indoors

unless I can stop her habit of redecorating

my living room, bathroom and kitchen floors.

Then there's my stash of morning and night pills.

She walks on top of two rows of my meds,

upsetting the vials each day. Now she just

walks on the bottle-covering bin instead.

Instead of clay litter, she uses a Breeze box, 

but Tulip ends up playing 

with loose pellets, batting stray pieces

all about the hall floor.

Tulip plays with endless fascination 

and the occasional toy mouse. 

Seriously, her energy has no limitation

as she ZIPS through our house.

My lack of experience - or talent - 

for taking pics with my phone -

means you will just have to imagine

Tulip's star quality. ★★★★

I'll keep trying to capture my cat's humorous side

which disprove my typed comments, so snide.

Unlike past felines, this girl does not hide.

She likes meeting people, skinny or wide.

Sometimes I rhyme; often I don't.

Tulip talks to me both ways.

To ensure her next mealtime, she'll repeatedly say 

"It's time to eat NEE-OW."

VERSIFICATION

 Talk about a wasted day...

Would you recognize depression if you saw it?

Is it something you could write about - or maybe draw it?

Folks often tell me to “snap out of it” or “don’t have a fit”

but it takes more than THAT to overcome this shit.

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Friday morning’s hesitation to arise; 

My bed is ideal for relaxation.

Nearly noon; I’ve come to the realization

that I missed taking Thursday's medication.

Depression raging, my observation’s

that even one day without psych medication, 

depriving myself of a day’s allocation 

has now become my pre-occupation.

Instead of weeding my yard’s vegetation,

I focus on every indication 

that I, in pure desperation,

have reached a new low: stagnation.

Where is my former dedication 

to work out of doors? Edification 

to strive for my planned migration 

from indoors to a garden location.

The frequent recurring indication -

that nothing serves as inspiration -

when I get this way. Such frustration 

to waste a whole day in self-recrimination. 

Despite the clear day - no precipitation -

becomes a true revelation. Where digging in dirt 

was once met with wild anticipation -

it’s now Null and Void; a cancellation.

So what will I do for recreation? 

It would not be a wild accusation 

to call me lazy. Verification 

is easy to admit; a confirmation.

Now half-past three, my affirmation 

Is: Today resembles a stay-cation; 

by going nowhere plus de-celeration, 

I've reached Couch Potato Station. 

It all comes down to my avocation 

(or hobby) of writing; a transformation 

from this sloth-like permutation 

to a dedicated occupation.

When depression yields self-recrimination, 

it's hard to find the determination 

to move past this ennui situation

and seek much-needed motivation.

Until I reach the point of illumination -

that I wasted a whole day - reaps indignation. 

Informs me through this notification

that TIME, once lost, equals NEGATION.

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More Tulip Tales

My kitten is talkative, especially on mornings when I sleep late. She tries to wake me up to feed her Meow.

Tulip keeps jumping on counters; e.g., walking amongst two rows of my medicine and supplements. I have to consider how to cat-proof that space.

Yesterday I found a black plastic suction cup below the fridge. I have no idea where Tulip found it or what it went to. In any case, I 86'd it.

Tulip's front paws still bear the strings from her declawing. I tried to cut them off, but she wasn't happy about it. Yes, she told me so.

¡Pobrecita!

(poor little girl)