Walking Wounded
I have a giant blister growing on my foot,
and I’ve had a breakthrough about what’s at its root.
Its cause is not a secret, no mystery at all.
The truth is that I buy my shoes at least a size too small.
Blame it on my vanity that’s making me a gimp.
My need to wear a daintier size is why I have a limp.
Today’s prompt words are breakthrough, giant, blister, root.
Just Be You
When I look into your eyes,
your potential to improvise
and mold yourself to any guise
tells me that your talent lies
in the fine art of disguise.
You could give a master session
in the changes of expression
to obscure extreme depression,
thereby forestalling confession
of your doom and gloom obsession.
Why not just be who you are?
Reality can get you far.
When you feel you’re under par,
just show the truth and raise the bar,
and of your life, become the star.
MVB’s prompt today is improvise. Since it is the only one posted so far, I’m going to go ahead and dedicate my entire poem to this one word.
This is my grand nephew Ryan and his partner Leah, all painted up for Day of the Dead. That is a real flower glued petal by petal to her eye. Certainly that qualifies as a flower of the day? Their faces are painted. These are not masks!! Ryan’s entire head was painted.
For Cee’s FOTD
This beautiful lady got into the DOD mood with face painting and a beautiful floral crown.
For Cee’s FOTD
The Fruits of My Labors
I drink smoothies for stamina. Somehow, they maker me brighter.
If I skip one for one day, I’m a more mundane writer.
I grow the fruit right in my yard: papaya plump and round,
and the freshest bananas—as delicious as they sound.
Together, they form food for thought and make me much less grouchy.
My skin acquires a healthy glow. My eyelids are less pouchy.
When I mix these fruits together with oat milk and some berries
and drink them down, all editors respond to my queries.
What we put into our mouths comes out in our thoughts.
Mixed up in our blender or boiled in our pots,
they form a magic elixir, a wild creative brew
that when you imbibe in it, will inspire you!
Today’s prompt words are stamina, drink, mundane, grouch, mix and writer.
Change of Menu
Though my visitor is an excellent cook
who bought a fresh fish right off of the hook,
he said although sturgeon is usually reliable,
he found that this one was sadly not fryable.
Somehow, its innards were too well united
which meant that the rest of it could not be bited.
The end of the story is simply that
we tossed the fish to the dog and the cat,
got into the car and took a small ride
to purchase burgers with fries on the side.
The irony, though, of our untasted sturgeon
is that my guest was a prominent surgeon!
Prompt words are visitor, united, reliable, cook and prominent, Image by John Cameron on Unsplash.
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Day of the Dead
It is that spooky time of year when dead folk walk about.
They lasso wild horses to ride, without a doubt.
They leave their earthy prisons and slake their appetites
with dead bread and with other toothsome proffered bites.
Their crimson eyes shine brightly this one night of the year,
as they slake their year-long thirsts for mescal or for beer.
Each year their thoughtful mortals replenish altars nightly,
putting out their favorite brews and foods for them, politely.
They fill town squares with altars that honor friends departed,
revealing that their memories have remained open-hearted.
Candles light their way for them and marigolds form highways
that mark their paths toward friendly altars from their ghostly byways.
Dia de los Muertos is that night that spirits roam,
renewing those past pathways that have led their footsteps home.
If you doubt their coming, view their pathways in the morning
to see how they have visited you, silent, without warning.
Some say it is the field mice that have nibbled on the bread,
but those of faith know that it was their beloved ones instead!
Prompt words today are replenish, prison, crimson, spooky, and politely.
