Wilderness Blues- Ramblings from the Great Land

  I recently submitted this poem to Fan Story. The writing prompt was What a Mess! I'm always surprised at what comes out of my mind. Apparently I've got dog crap on my mind because this is the second time I've written a poem about it. It seemed to fit the bill though. We went out for the day, my Mom, Dad and me My brother and sister, us kids we made three Dad wanted to drive, to get out of the house He wore his old shoes, Mom wore her new blouse Put Sparky on down in the basement" Dad said, "He can't come here with us, it's something I'd dread" So off to the basement with Sparky I went The floor down there's chilly, it's made of cement The washer's down there and the dryer as well It's cool, damp and musty and the room has a smell There are spiders down there and other bugs too When I have to go down there I get kind of blue I felt really bad for taking Sparky down there But he went down the stairs, with nary a care Maybe dogs are...

Another Day Closer by Mrs. K T                                               morning skies bring more grey clouds and spitting rain-                       filthy windows Her kitchen counter is covered with friends' good  intentions: covered casseroles and sugar-laden desserts. No more room for anything. Refrigerator is full, and so is the freezer. No desire to eat. Someone chipped one of her favorite rooster dishes. Perhaps  tomorrow she will walk to the post office and mail thank-you notes. Even sweep the front porch. Maybe fill the birdfeeders. But today, she remains inside, listening for echoes of his laughter. She picks at a  slice of cold lasagna. Needs more sauce. Her eyes are heavy, but no sleep comes. She wanders throughout empty rooms, clutching a cup of stale coffee she has...