Inevitable
What folly that we thought our “we”
was something that would always be.
That lot we thought that we had cast
though once it was, was not to last,
for life is fated from the start,
conjoined hearts to rip apart.
Divorce or death, when it is done,
reduces two joined hearts to one.
For dVerse Poets Pub: “We” Couplets
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Kintsugi (Reunited)
Our break mended by a solid golden band.
The prompt for “My Vivid Blog” today is kintsugi.Kintsugi is the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold. The kintsugi-mended bowl photo is by Matt Perkins on Unsplash.
A thoughtful, scientific man, he chose his words with care.
No ordinary words would do. Only ones most rare.
He first spied her in the springtime, finally met her in the fall—
a simply gorgeous maiden—comely, willowy and tall.
But months of choosing his first words seem to have done him in.
What should have been his saving grace turned out to be a sin.
Enthusiastic in his love, he just had to express
his much-gone-over feelings about her loveliness.
He’d formerly determined not to use just any word,
but his final declaration turned out to be absurd.
He should have called her beautiful and just left it at that,
for when he called her pulchritudinous, she thought that he meant fat!
*Note: New to the world of behavioral science, Behavioral Linguistics is the science-based use of language to persuade. It’s rooted in nudge theory combined with psychology, sociolinguistics, and principles of marketing. Language is a powerful way to change behavior.
Prompts today are behavioral, enthusiastic, pulchritude, fall. Images by Fabio Lucas and Mandy Zhang on Unsplash.
Unhitched
I’ll slog through the mud and slog through the rain,
but I’ll never slog back to you, ever again.
If ever again I work fingers to bone,
I will be doing it here on my own—
not chasing your dreams or plowing your furrow
like a mule in a trace or a poor laden burro.
Life was a hard slog, dear, trudging with thee—
much more of a grind than just being me.
So I’ll point my gaze forward, not back where I’ve been
without pulling you with me, ever again.
As Groucho would say, “The secret woid today was ‘Slog!’
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 