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.
Camp Out
Gathered around a campfire before a tiny hut,
they try to find a pathway out of their parents’ rut.
Like each new generation, they must grow out of their roots,
stubbornly insisting they won’t fill their parents’ boots.
They flounder in their greetings. Are you he or she or they?
So many other choices than straight or bi or gay.
Their paltry experience seems to them uncouth,
so they are determined to spice up unseasoned youth.
They embark on new adventures, treading warily at first,
grasping opportunities to quench their every thirst.
They pass around the bottle, then share the smoking pipe,
place proffered pills on questing tongues, imaginations ripe
for each new experience, finding every mode
of travel that might lead them all to the mother lode.
Every generation finding their own route
to strike out on their own to see what life’s about.
Prompts today are roots, flounder, greetings, youth, hut and paltry. Image by Jason Leung on Unsplash.
For Cee’s FOTD
Period of Adjustment
(Can of Worms)
Even the giants of the ocean must come up to find air.
As the bell sounds and each of us is off to a new table,
it is another indication of the extent of our sanity.
Memories like this reveal the boy within the man,
enough so you can handle caring for a pup—
a tight knot in her cushy denim bed just a yard away.
Those are traits she got from you, and certainly not me—
a small-town landlocked jungle girl.
But if you lay off my breakfast, I’ll cook you your own waffle!
I guess I’ll go eat worms.
(If he’s the one I married, you can bet that he can buy them,)
By the time I’m twenty, I’ll grow out of it,
our break mended by a solid golden band,
and we can dine on tunafish straight out of a can!!!
Little foibles seen in review.
And though our story is not over,
for now this is “The End!”
For dVerse Poets, we were to take the last lines of twelve of our poems and to create a poem out of them. Yes, mine is a “bit” strange, but then so were all of the poems I took them from. Blame it on the prompt words. I always do.
I sent this video to Forgottenman today and he insisted I had to put it on Youtube and put a link on my blog. I always mind, so here it is. She was about a month and a half old when I recorded this big event.
Disgruntled
When I try to crack the whip and get the world in line,
somehow it turns fractious and starts to buck and whine.
Electrons turn to protons and refuse to whirl about.
The sun refuses to come out and stays inside to pout.
Berries stain my shirt front and seeds stick in my teeth.
Feral felines storm my bed and find solace beneath.
Friends offer consolation that is but a token.
There is little impact in the words that they have spoken.
If only things would go the way I’ve formed them in my mind,
there would be fewer problems in his daily grind;
but the world won’t listen and goes about its day
with very little interest in what I have to say.
No one will believe me when I say that I’ve evolved
to the point where the world’s problems I have mainly solved.
They go about their business like before I came along,
doing things without me and doing most things wrong.
They prefer those idiots who have run the Earth
slowly bleeding all of us as they increased their girth.
So until the world at large decides to meet my terms
and decide to love me, I guess I’ll go eat worms!!!!
Prompt words today are electron, token, fractious, impact, stain. I know I need a new disgruntled photo as I’ve maybe overused this one, but it’s a busy day and this one just seems to work, so….
For Cee’s FOTD
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