Sad Girl

She lives in the past
Hindsight rules
Her head in the ‘coulds’


Tender Tummy

Gable scarfed cat food
in seconds
Wait, here comes… feed-back


Mornings With Mom

Gin bottles rinsed out
Coffee’s on
Time to wake her up

Tentative taps on
her closed door
Muffled confusion

Soon she will emerge
eyes squinting
hands, shaking and cold

Wrap them ‘round the mug
Warmth stops shakes
Caffeine soothes her pain

All Lunes © 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Three-quarters of the way through April’s Poem a Day for National Poetry Writing Month!  Today, Grace (AKA Heaven) of Imaginary Garden With Real Toads asked for “lunes.”  I chose the Kelly Lune form, an American haiku form based on syllables (one line of five, one line of three, last line of five; in a single stanza or multiples of same). The Collum Lune is based on number of words: Three, Five, Three; however, that form is for another day!

Thanks, Grace, for another lovely prompt from the Garden. Peace, Amy