Wednesday, October 27, 2021

Poetry. About my poetry.

Patterns
By Paul Klusman

The thing about poems
That I often write
Some follow a formula
Some don’t



Friday, August 13, 2021

Poetry. About gratitude.

Cat Food
By Paul Klusman

The thing about cat food
It's what I feed my cat
Although he never tells me
I think he's grateful for that




Poetry. About sanity.

Oatmeal
By Paul Klusman

The thing about oatmeal
It's always boring and plain
It would drive some crazy
It helps keep me sane




Friday, July 30, 2021

Poetry. About uncertainty.

Oranges
By Paul Klusman

The thing about oranges
You never know what you got
Some are sweet and juicy
Some are not




Wednesday, July 21, 2021

Poetry. About tasks.

Hard Boiled Eggs
By Paul Klusman

The thing about hard boiled eggs
You never know what you got
Some are easy to peel
Some are not





Monday, July 5, 2021

Poetry. About a cool morning in spring.

All the World Was Green
By Paul Klusman

One cool morning late in spring
I sat on a wooden beam
On the edge of a quiet meadow
And all the world was green

The sky was gray the clouds heavy
No ray of sun was seen
Breathing in the sweet air
And all the world was green

A gentle rain began to fall
Caressing soft and clean
My skin, the grass, the trees
And all the world was green

Tiny drops collected on my face
Tiny rivers to convene
Ran joyful down my cheeks
And all the world was green

I heard a chorus of voices
What wisdom could I glean?
There was life all around
And all the world was green

Time Waits for no man
But here so serene
I paused fully alive
And all the world was green



Saturday, June 26, 2021

Poetry. About my cat's duties.

Litter Box
By Paul Klusman

A scratching sound in another room
Where buried treasures live
A box of sand to receive the gifts
My cat pauses there to give

Serves as warning for all to heed
An odor for all to know
The type of smell truly up
With which I will not throw

For if I hold my lunch at bay
The better I come across
Whenever near that hallowed place
My cookies I shall not toss

But rather go with scoop in hand
And tightly hold my nose
With grit and determination
Remove what cat bestows

As partners in an endless dance
A ritual that we do
Cat shall lead and I follow
Number one and number two