The choice on when to settle

Monterey Bay is beautiful,

At least that’s what they say,

what I’ve been told.

I dream of going there,

stealing away for an hour,

or week or two, to

sprawl across the sand

and let the sun’s power

melt my bones

into puddles of nothingness.


But instead I watch

water-waves ripple

against the side

of the dingy bowl-

the dog lapping,

licking himself over and over

until he twists himself

into a ball on the beige carpet

and waits for the sun

to crawl across his skin.



4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Malcolm Miller
    Oct 18, 2012 @ 00:09:04

    I like your poems. I also like your blog format. I’ve tried to get some colour into mine, but without success.


    • Whimsy Mimsy
      Oct 18, 2012 @ 00:14:02

      šŸ™‚ Thanks! I just sifted through the free formats until I found one I liked. šŸ™‚

      If you go to the dashboard (you might have to click a little until you get to it), then click on “appearance” (down near the bottom), then “themes”, it should let you have a bunch of choices to pick from. šŸ™‚ OR do you mean you can’t find one you like? šŸ˜‰


  2. johncoyote
    Oct 18, 2012 @ 14:27:41

    The Monterey Coastline. From Big Surf to San Francisco. Few places can equal the beauty. I like the poem. Create good vision. A excellent poem.


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