Theme in Aqua

I love aqua
on my walls and windowsills.
It is a motherly hue,
asking me to bask in it,
or to get up and run.
It is the color of bird shells
lying there broken.
An ocean view,
the tide coming in,
it changes then
becoming dark--gray and dark.
Then I want to run away
the opposite way:
a warm summer day
that holds me close.

© Julianne Carlile

That Snow

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There is no snow anywhere,
just ice--frozen rain like dried milk that
sticks to my windshield and scraper.
But at the stop sign in the dark of night
are two snow boulders,
as if someone traveling from up north
dropped them off of their vehicle
and went on without noticing.
In the cold dark morning
where I can hardly see to drive
they are like headlights--
a beacon lighting my way.

© Julianne Carlile

That Doll

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That baby doll
with the real eyelashes,
that cooed and wet,
with the velvet sashes,

that Santa for some reason
never brought,
the one I waited for,
for nought,

surpasses all others
through all the seasons:
all memories, all presents,
all dolls, all reasons.

© Julianne Carlile

Happy Thanksgiving!!!

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I'll try to feel blessed this Thanksgiving Day.
There's really nothing to stand in my way:
the weather's been crisp,
I went to New York.
Now if I can just keep from
dropping my fork.

Just a little ditty for those in the city.

© Julianne Carlile

Image by Gattou - away going for Zim after work via Flickr

It's cold outside,
But not as cold as it's been.
I still think I can win.
So for all of you doubters,
And self-proclaimed pouters,
Here's to the win.
It's in.

Here Lives a Dog

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Here lives a dog who by relation,
knows every dog in this
whole nation.
And if I wanted to take
it further,
he knows every dog
over yonder.
But don't let me forget
I live--
every dog is radioactive
and though it seems to some like nought,
can give me more than I
ever thought.

© Julianne Carlile

2011

Counting the Dogs

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This dog wore a sweater,
this dog stayed home,
this dog was given snacks and cheese
but would eat none,
and this dog barked woof woof woof woof
all day long.

This dog jumped into a car
as though it were an adventure,
this dog ran and chased a ball,
this dog was too tired,
and this dog barked woof woof woof woof
all day long.

This dog thought he was a person,
this dog thought he was a cat,
this dog thought he was a dog,
an ordinary dog,
and barked woof woof woof woof
all day long.

© Julianne Carlile

2011

The Bird Man

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The bird man used to ride
around here.
He had a bright red bike
with silver handle bars.
Two birds would ride on the handle bars,
one bird on his head,
one bird on each shoulder,
one bird would ride on the back
and fly and land and fly and land.

I heard one day they just took off.

© Julianne Carlile

Ladybug, Ladybug

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Ladybug, ladybug,
where did you go?
I haven't seen you for years
and I miss you so.

I see your twins,
not as pretty as you.
They are everywhere.
I kill them too.

I remember when you had
in my small glass jar,
so many babies
people came from afar

just to see and admire
all that you do.
I miss you ladybug.
I miss you too.

© Julianne Carlile

2011

My Chihuahua

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He's a cat
in a dog's body.
Tiny, he roars
at everything.
His dainty mouth
and ears,
and feet,
belie the tiger within.
Is he the descendent
of the ancestor
of both the cat and dog?
We are related way back.
He know this
and chases our feet
trying to get back
to where we were the same.

© Julianne Carlile

2010

Men's Tiny Brains

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What tells my tiny dog
it is time to chase?
He sees something move,
and he is on the case.

It's almost like his brain,
as small as it is,
is tuned to just one thing--
and better if it's kids.

But he's not prejudiced,
all's in his purview:
trucks or geese or leaves, or
me or even you.

Some men will not play with him
because of his trait--
when he chases their feet
feeling turns to hate.

© Julianne Carlile

2010