POEMS NOT PUBLISHED 

The Dog, Me and Its Mother

A walk by the sea,

the sky is blue,

except for the sun blazing.....

You ran along,

ahead,

wagging your tail,

And me right behind you.

 

She was left at home,

Poorly she was,

For years she blessed us;

Your mother expecting to die soon.

Stranger Than Usual

a weird summer

the atmosphere blazing

the mask contradicts

 

Roads

Reversing my life towards straight roads

On route sixty-six, I shall race through

After all, the only way to sadness is waiting

Defying all the ways to the satisfaction I go on

Somehow, somewhere I should find the end.

Escapade

stuck on an oak tree

the ginger cat camouflaged

the mice celebrate