Help. Someone contacted me via comments on my blog and invited me to submit work to a “Nostalgia” issue of a poetry journal. I cannot for the life of me find it. If anyone knows what journal this is or if you are the one who contacted me, could you comment again with the details? Thanks, Judy
Blabbermouth
You open lips and yammer on,
unmindful of your listener’s yawn.
We yearn to hear your final word,
but when we think that it’s been heard—
your topics trite, your point invalid—
you treat us all to more word salad!
Your prosery and versity
display little diversity,
and yet, my dear, both night and day,
you sputter words—a constant spray.
We yearn to hear your lips are sewn,
for we have stories of our own!
Prompt words today are yammer, topic, final, diversity, spray and salad. Image by Enis Yavuz on Unsplash.
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For Jez’s Prompt
Since I live on a mountain above the biggest lake in Mexico, water is a big part of my life. I have a pool and hot tub, so they are also reflected in the photos above. In the one of Morrie, I actually have a sequence that captured a drop of water dropping from his mouth back into the pool. You can see it in the photo. Several of the photos include rain..so we actually have four manifestations of water: pool, lake, rain and the drops from Morrie’s mouth!!!!
Wait! with an exclamation point is very different from waiting in general. There is a bit of both in these photos.
Then, there is always Tom Waits. My favorite. Here’s a sample of him as well:
Avant Garde
I fear that this designer puts good taste to the test.
I’m flabbergasted at his color scheme and all the rest.
He is my boss, so if you will, kindly do not quote me.
The last thing that I need is for the fool to demote me.
In spite of any influence that I might have exerted,
It seems that in the end, the plans have all reverted
to the plans he started out with, so the building has been skirted
in lattice and in felt. Alas, it has been yurted!!!!
Prompts today are: rest, flabbergasted, designer, poise, quote and inserted.
Ruins
The walls of my world are numb to touch.
Split with longing, they stand alone,
the only light inside, my own.
That burning flame that lit my youth
reduced to ashes, has left a gap
to which this poem is a map.
For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 581 prompt words are: walls world numb touch spilt longing own burning flame gap light ashes. Image of burned house by Hans Isaacson on Unsplash.
For Cee’s FOTD
Too much fun looking for diagonals. I got carried away.
For Whatsoever is Lovely, Week 47
This lovely bird perched on the tip of a denuded Frangipani branch to keep me company as I swam in the pool. My friend Harriet tells me it is a great kiskadee.
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