I’m still in a bit of a free verse run, and when I saw Margo Roby’s free verse for the prompt for We Write Poems, http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/, I thought I would give it a try. The prompt was to write about what we observed this week. Margo wrote about what she could see from where she writes. I always see the same thing from where I write.
by Mike Patrick
I struggle with too much love
when I sit down to write.
Amber eyes adore me
from a head that’s all ears and nose.
Every thought Fiona has is for me
and the ones I love.
Well, she thinks about her nemesis:
that squirrel in the back yard.
That will be settled in time.
How many people share their lives
with a creature who would die for them?
but a hundred thirty pounds
of silver Weim,
lying on one’s feet,
is too much love
while trying to write.
I nudge her so she will move.
With sadness, she relents, stands
and rests her head upon my thigh.