So Long, Marianne!
Mmmmm, he said, I think I need
Another kiss and then, indeed,
Require a hug to go with it.
I like the way that our lips fit.
And if you choose to give me none,
Neither will I give you one!
No love is won by those found lacking
Expertise in hugs and smacking.
–Judy Dykstra-Brown
Murisopsis’s Scavenger Hunt Prompt at Looking at Names is to write an acrostic poem for Marianne.
Chasm
I flounce, you plod. You reach the crest
while I have chosen to stop and rest.
From far below, I scan the skies.
dreaming, as you supervise.
You are inflexible and frigid,
I the opposite of rigid.
As I wander here and there,
you search for me and tear your hair.
What tantrums over my transgressions
must be prompted by my digressions.
Comparable to day and night,
you are the darkness to my light.
This, dear, is the dichotomy—
the chasm between you and me.
Prompts for today are flounce, crest, supervise, comparable, tantrum, inflexible and dichotomy. Image from Unsplash.
The Answer
Another night, another day
Meanders in, then fades away
And still you do not come or call.
No news from you at all, at all.
Do you realize my heart is waiting
As your heart keeps on debating?
For Looking At Names prompt, we were to write an Acrostic poem using the name Amanda
These chairs that appear to be out of focus are actually just stacked!!!! A colorful display along the road yesterday, just in time for this prompt.
For the Pull Up A Seat Challenge.
Advice to Dorothy as She Elopes with the Tin Man
I can’t fathom your reasons. Why would you settle
for an older lover who’s made out of metal?
It’s good to be flexible, but don’t you think
that this is a rather impossible link?
Your honeymoon’s bound to be rather a bust.
If you go to the beach, he is likely to rust,
or if you go skiing, his joints will freeze rigid.
It’s hard to make love to a tin man who’s frigid!
You’re young and you’re limber. Your life’s at its start.
Why pick a lover who hasn’t a heart?
Please take my advice when it comes to men:
no lions, no scarecrows, no men made of tin.
Since they brought up the subject of Alice in Wonderland, I had to publish this one again for dVerse Poets Open Link
And if you need more, here is another.: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2018/08/22/the-tin-man-talks-to-his-creator/
Lalibela
I kiss the map where memories lie in the vast stillness of the past.
Your broad laugh silenced so long ago that no remnants of it last.
What I had felt and hoped to see mirrored on your joyful face
was demonstrated as you drew me into our first long embrace.
Sparrows swoop those ancient halls where we loved and laughed and talked,
but only whispers of our love echo the chambers where we walked.
That holy place where we first kissed—the ancient pulpit that we found
buried deep within the earth—religious zeal gone underground.
Corridors carved from living stone that could not check the carver’s zeal
foretold my resolution to resist denying what I feel
so many long years afterwards, when lacking sense and reason,
I remember those short months when love bloomed out of season.
Prompt words for Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 568 are: sparrows vast stillness hope face silent check pulpit lack whisper kiss map
Sea Shanty
We dined upon quahaug clams, oysters and shrimp,
but the sauce tasted funny, the lettuce was limp,
and an onerous numbness in our lips and our legs
immediately suggested we’d been served the dregs
of a past morning’s catch, so we rued our selection
and sought out a mole to back up our detection
of who had slipped up and served us bad shellfish.
What entrepreneur was so greedy and selfish
that he’d risk our lives simply for filthy lucre?
We appealed to the waiters to provide some succor
and spurred on by our pleas and sizable tips,
they gave us proof that our angry sore lips
were the product of clams a few days past their prime,
so we sued that rude restauranteur for his crime.
He was found guilty and is now in the cooler
where if he’d been smarter and a little less crueler,
our clams would have been in the days before serving.
And we all agree no convict’s more deserving
of a stay in the hoosegow, and because of our plight,
when we’re in a mood to go out for a bite,
we skip all the seafood joints, pass them right by
and go out for a burger or a nice meat pie.
prompt words are slip, selection, mole, dregs, quahaug, immediately and onerous. Image by Louis Hansel on Unsplash.
For Cee’s FOTD
