24 December 2016

Slightly Unsightly

Slightly Unsightly
17 Dec 2016

Is this how I look, now that I’m over sixty?
What I see in the mirror, is it really me?
So much for looking like a movie star,
My unsightly face is made for radio.
It’s lob-sided and my nose has a scar.
I would love having good looks for video.
It’s sad how ugly goes clear to the bone,
But heavy and fat are only deep skin.
Alas, ugly seems to be carved in stone
And any hope of a fix must be forsaken.
I don’t know, mixed feelings arise,
Was it a compliment or notoriety?
They gave me the first-place, grand prize,
In a contest at the Ugly Poet Society.

16 December 2016

Ash Tree Pantry

Ash Tree Pantry
16 Dec 2016

When the snow’s fallen all around,
During the coldest time of the year,
Birds can’t find food on the ground,
But the trees give sustenance and cheer.
In the yard’s a mountain ash tree.
It’s where the robins come to eat.
The red berries are as pretty as can be
And the birds enjoy them as a treat.
The leaves are all gone, blown away.
The branches are full of red berries,
Giving the robins a reason to stay
And be nature’s cheerful emissaries.