While Napping in Alaskaon a Sunday in October

Winter crawls out of the woods
and swallows the town.  Shrews slip back
      to the woodpile.  The road
slides downhill.  Black and white tiles
embrace on the kitchen floor.
      Coffee thickens in the pot
while lunch congeals on the plate.
The planet turns through crowded space.
      Dust drifts under the door.

The dog dozes while the cat
dreams of eating it, one black paw
      at a time.  Darkness rubs
my bedroom window.  The quilt
exhales cedar and mothballs.
      In my afternoon dreams, I
ride a rolling ball through star-
cluttered skies.  Bears climb to their dens.
      My sheets pile up like snow.

An old poem, coerced into shape with syllabics.

Comments

[Rachel]

I surfed here through BlogExplosion and wanted to let you know that I like this poem a lot. I like the profusion of verbs, and my favorite lines are "The quilt/
exhales cedar and mothballs" and "My sheets pile up like snow." Lovely stuff.

[Cathy]

The dog dozes while the cat
dreams of eating it, one black paw
at a time.

Hehehe that was unexpected line and a great one too.

[SB]

Thank you both for taking the time to comment, and so thoughtfully, on this poem. Comments like this keep me writing.