Monolingual
Your language is not plain enough.
I do not get this “jibbing” stuff.
It angers me to have to look
these sailing terms up in a book.
Perhaps you are too lofty for
a small town landlocked jungle girl?
Prompt words today are jib, plain, anger, lofty, jungle.
Just for the fun of it, I wrote this poem line-by-line as I looked up the new prompt word without knowing what the next one was. I sort of got led down the proverbial password path!
Breakup Breakdown
My tenacious efforts to climb that hard rock face
of the tower of your indifference has brought me great disgrace.
I regret my wasted journey to regain your love.
What can’t be saved below can’t be re-won above.
My thoughts are swarming wildly like bees around their hive.
They crack my shell of reason. I’ve no wish to be alive.
Though I present a normal face, I’m not sane at all.
I grit my teeth and curl my broken body in a ball.
And though this seems to demonstrate that I am quite agile,
actually, it protects a heart that is most fragile.
For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 569 prompt words are: regret wasted journey tenacious bees agile rocking climb crack teeth present face. Photo and brooch by jdb.
And…it’s fiction, Dolly!!!!
Image by Oleg Oprisco. https://www.oprisco.com/
Opposites
If we are touching,
it is back-to-back,
each dreaming
in the opposite direction
of the other.
East and west,
calm and storm,
sunlight and moonlight,
our wandering soon
will take us in opposite directions.
It was fun. You were the best,
but now it’s time for all the rest,
and if I know the truth of you,
I know you also won’t be blue
when it happens—
that thing we knew would happen
from the beginning,
when two solitary souls
investigated
what if.
We were to write something to go with this photo. Here is the site for the challenge: https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2020/12/01/mlmm-photo-challenge-you-are-here/
Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge is write a charm – a simple rhyming poem, in the style of a recipe/nursery rhyme. It could be a charm against warts, or against traffic tickets. It could be a charm to bring love, or to bring free pizzas from your local radio station. I’ve decided to give a recipe to dispel the pain of an unfaithful lover.
Unlove Spell
For relief from suffering and a cure for love,
pluck a feather from a dying dove.
Press the feather in a hemlock crotch,
then fill a cauldron with his favorite scotch.
Wait for dark and stormy weather
to stew the hemlock crotch and feather.
Then add as listed all given below,
stirring steady with flame turned low.
Write your lover’s entire name
over and over and over again,
then shred this page of purple prose
with a thorn you’ve pried from a withered rose.
Add the paper, shred on shred,
recalling what he’s done and said.
Cast in the pot, till your mind is freed,
each slight recalled, each dreadful deed.
Add a patch you’ve torn from his favorite chair
and a single strand of his pubic hair,
wedding pictures of Niagara,
nose trimmers, hair dye and Viagra.
Add his hernia girdle and knee-length socks,
his shoes, his T-shirts and his jocks.
Cut all his pants off at the knees
and add them to his soggy T’s.
Stir the cauldron round and round.
If music’s playing, turn up the sound.
Sing along to the lyrics of
song after song of broken love.
“Don’t come home a cheatin’ with a lovin’ on your mind.”
Let these lyrics fill your thoughts—or others of their kind.
Call his mother on the phone. Say what he’s done to you.
Record her comments, rip out the tape, and add it to the brew.
Call all his girlfriends, all his buddies, everyone on your block,
Tell them that he’s impotent and has a little cock.
Write a note of what you’ve done and tape it to the pot.
Turn off the flame. Walk out the door. Forget the whole damn lot!!!
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