Putting Words in Our Mouths
I do not choose and do not opt
that any of your prompts be cropped,
I know that your third word is crop
(whose past tense I have put up top,
knowing that it wouldn’t do
to alter any words that you
picked to give us as a test,
because I know that you know best.)
So know that I did not intend
to add that “ped” and thus offend.
I wrote it in addition to
the “crop” word provided by you.
The words for the Three Things Challenge are choose, opt and crop.
For Cee’s FOTD
Scorpion in the Sacristy
Minuscule but powerful, it causes us to shake.
The most masculine among us have been known to quake
and to seek protection whenever one is seen,
for it is rumored that their punch is wicked mean.
They inspire colorful language from the subjects of their strikes,
because it’s understatement to simply scream out “Yikes!”
when stricken by a scorpion. The occasion calls for more,
and that is why the village priest was pardoned when he swore
as he removed the host veil and was stung upon the hand,
for though the Holy Father issued a reprimand
for the sin of taking the name of Christ in vain,
since the priest was still in shock and reeling in his pain,
not one of his parishioners, it’s said, has censored him,
for each and every one of them thanked God it wasn’t them!
Prompt words today are colorful, minuscule, punch, quake, protection and seen.
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For Carol Cormier’s Thursday Trio Prompt
Spring Picnic
That first tidbit of food
swallowed—
that morsel of potato salad
or that sip of lemonade—
activates what April picnics
are fated to attract
as surely as ants—
afternoon rains,
predicted as a slight chance
for this vicinity,
but now diluvial
in their force.
For dVerse Poets Open Link. Night and also making use of these six prompts from different sites: food, vicinity, diluvial, tidbit, activate and afternoon.
(Hover over the photo for a second to read the caption.)
Pieces of Toast
They dip into
the smooth
round yolk
of a fading dream.
They interfere,
these conscious words,
an uninvited jentacular
mob that enters
without invitation,
shedding their crumbs.
I make exception
and surrender
control,
accepting
their sharp crisp corners
into the broken centers
of my smooth round
subterranean
stanzas.
For NaPoWriMo 2029, Day 29 the prompt is to write about food personified. Piece of toast!!!
And, coincidentally, for RDP, whose prompt today is food!
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“Did you know that the parts of letters all have names — including spines, shoulders, hairlines, ears, arms, legs, tails, and crotches?” (FromThe Complete Manual of Typography, A Guide to Setting Perfect Type,” by James Felici.) Thanks to Elizabeth Boquet for this information, which prompted this poem:
Body of Love
Stiff spine
of its beginning,
the bare shoulders
of its attraction.
I trace the hairlines
of your thoughts,
whisper love poems
into your ears.
Imagine you
wrapped around me:
arms, legs—
that animal remembrance
of primordial tails.
This is the crotch of poetry,
giving birth to words.
I offer you a bouquet of them .
–Judy Dykstra-Brown
On the Edge
One on my lap and one by my side,
Queen-sized or king-sized, no matter how wide,
I’m always pushed out to the edge of the bed.
though I’d rather be in the middle, instead.
The tinier dog snuggles close as she’s able,
leaving me hanging out touching the table,
while the little-bit-larger dog curls on my lap
and no matter how much I wiggle or tap,
she will not budge to allow me to shift.
I know she considers her presence a gift.
One burrows closer under my arm,
as though by her presence she’s warding off harm,
but it makes typing hard with my arm in the air,
lest I disturb one of this bed-hogging pair.
Not fiction!!!!!! 5 a.m., weighted down and on the edge!!!!!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 