Swing Shift
One thing Lynnie Brost knew for sure was when she was right.
The problem was, that her tongue
was not always adequately aligned to her head.
But she knew for sure
that my time was up
and that it was her turn next
on her favorite swing.
Her face red, hands on hips,
she demanded that I surrender my place.
“And I mean maybe!!!” she screamed
into the uncensoring air.
No other denizen of the swings
saw fit to tell her
the contradictory nature
of her emphatic statement.
Nor did I.
For Day 6 of NaPoWriMo
Image by Matthew Moloney on Unsplash
Midday Trialogue
You follow me wherever I go
or walk in front of me.
At day’s middle, I trip over you.
Never am I free.
I have no light inside me,
I’m your dark side. You’re my cue.
I have no choice in where I go.
I’m always here with you.
I send them both where they must go,
The power is all mine.
I am their master painter.
I keep them both in line.
Without me, neither one would be.
Shadows are borne by sun,
and the entire world would cease
if my light were done.
I grow every living thing,
body and silhouette.
So you can see that both of you
are purely in my debt.
For NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 5
For Cee’s FOTD
Wild Oats
Pardon me if I refuse to honor your excuse
that your cold has made you into a recluse.
I won’t relieve your conscience for I know that it’s a lie.
I know because that day I just happened to come by.
I saw her car outside your door and saw her going in
with some kind of casserole and a fifth of gin.
So I know you missed my party because you had your own,
and by now your wild oats no doubt have been well sown.
So I’ll just say if there’s a chance you’d like to sow some more,
It’s best that you don’t lug your seed sack to my door!!!!!
The Three words for the Three Things Challenge are:PARDON EXCUSE RELIEVE
Cheap Thrills
Stand by the door of the room with your coat still on.
Try to stay melted while he unbuttons his shirt.
He could turn you on his fingers like a carousel
hot
Try to imagine you turning him.
Try to catch hold of him.
Relax everything–
different parts of you
like clothes in a pile on the floor.
You’ll get wrinkled falling down so often
under the tornado
which has dropped him
back again
flat on you, as you melt into the bed
above his favorite spot.
He has been
wherever everyone goes
You may have crossed the equator,
traveling
all around the world and back
for things
but you have never ever
come back with the kind of prizes you can hang
on dressing table mirrors.
Your exquisite things of the world
live with you,
but you have never been
where they all go
though you have tried
and tried
and sometimes you have
nearly made it
yet,
cheap thrills, in the end,
have always evaded you.
In your deepest voice,
you want to
“Hey baby, want a few cheap thrills?”
and you want him to
sink you down
you want to almost drown
call help so he comes after you
and you rise up
together
for the splitting of an
atom gone
til you
come
back
fall down together.
It would be a miracle.
imagine.
for dVerse Poets:
To see how others responded to the prompt, go HERE.
Image my Jayson Hinrichsenon on Unsplash.
Strange Fashion
Be it city, mountains or open range,
one thing on Earth that I find strange
is folks who purchase pants pristine,
then shred them, leaving less blue jean,
revealing butt cheek, thigh and knee
to be the bulk of what we see.
Meanwhile, half a world away,
people toil night and day
to replace clothes they’ve worn to frays,
embarrassed at what time displays.
If only we could work a trade
between the torn clothes naturally made
and those made by blade or rake,
simply for vain fashion’s sake.
.
The prompt for NaPoWriMo 2024, Day 4 is “The Strangest Thing in the World”
Image by Matteo Vistacco on Unsplash.
Moonshadows
They lie on the surface without sinking in.
All around them is darkness that does not soak into them.
The moon causes but does not shape them.
What shapes them is what you have chosen to surround yourself with.
Trees or perhaps tall horses that stand unflinching in the moonlight,
making patterns of themselves on the front of your world.
Moonshadows are not the moon.
They are just a hint of it, altered by what comes between them.
Moon shadows are not today what they were yesterday.
They change every night and pull you along with them.
They filter out light but show you precisely where it is by its absence.
Moon Pie
When the moon is full
and everything ripe on the vine
I must have pie
juice running from the crisp crust
vanilla ice cream clouding its surface like clouds over the moon.
I bite into the piece like a slice of the moon..
like swiss cheese on apple pie.
slice of the moon.
moon pie.
For dVerse Poets “Stepping Out of the World” Photo by John McKaveney: Bright Moon.
Go HERE to see how others responded to the prompt.
For NaPoWriMo Day Three :surreal poem. jdb image
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