Marilyn Powell has been smitten with poetry for many years. It wasn’t until she met haiku that she began to write her own poetry. Her poems have appeared in various venues including Frogpond, Akitsu Quarterly, Modern Haiku, All Ears Haiku and the Haiku Society of America Members’ Anthology.
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mouse, wet in cat spit, still alive.
my black cat crosses the landing.
new neighbor has a cat inside.
new neighbor has put out
a welcome mat,
now with a spot of blood dropped by.
stolen flower pot,
great dirt left
covering litter
Such an evocative verse … the heat of the day cooling, parents calling it’s time to come inside and children begging for just five more minutes of playtime. I find myself starting this memory then drifting into more.
lovely sound of words and images, a gentle warmth
Brilliant!
Really beautiful!
mouse, wet in cat spit, still alive.
my black cat crosses the landing.
new neighbor has a cat inside.
new neighbor has put out
a welcome mat,
now with a spot of blood dropped by.
stolen flower pot,
great dirt left
covering litter
Such an evocative verse … the heat of the day cooling, parents calling it’s time to come inside and children begging for just five more minutes of playtime. I find myself starting this memory then drifting into more.