I am wasting this beautiful life
sleeping all day all night
the snows keep me indoors
as I am not independent
but this laps top befriends me
more than does my own kith and kin
i reveal my inner self to the world
far and wide
and within my shell of loneliness
i slide
i can't that hide

a lovely dog they give me as a present
in this self wrought prison
I think tis the best present
as words flow out of me
like the Niagara
which also now has been rendered solid
if you want to melt my words
do use a candle.

AND AS SONNETIZED BY JUDY

I’m wasting here this beautiful free trip
I sleep the day away, and then all night
the cold and snows contain a certain nip
it seems I’m not immune, now, to their bite

I’m weary, through each day I seem to slide
I struggle with the fear and I am torn
within my shell of loneliness I hide
in this, my self-made prison, I’m forlorn

but see - my lap-top has befriended me
as too, a dog – ‘twas gifted by my kin -
they help reveal my inner self and free
the thoughts that seek attention from within

to melt my words, use candles and be kind
for, as they flow from me, my soul’s entwined