They’ve dispelled my excitement with a coiled line of rope— imprisoning my fantasies and murdering that hope that fairies really do exist with dragons and magicians. Using scientific words and proofs of the tacticians, they’ve put the rope around the neck of childhood and jerked and I admit the strategy of reason really worked! I don’t believe in Santa Claus. I don’t believe in fables. They’ve ruined Cinderella and lynched Anne of Green Gables. Pure reason is my only friend now that they’ve slain the rest. They’ve installed stark reality but murdered all the zest. I’ll welcome second childhood when silliness again replaces stark reality to cushion the world’s pain.
Prompt words for today are line, dispel and rope.
The dVerse Poets prompt is to write a quadrille (44 words only) making use of the word dragon.
If you’d like to speak of tongues, a creature that is singular is the arboreal lemur that is said to be bi-lingular. One tongue is used for grooming another lemur’s hide to sort out all the hairs from the delicious bugs inside. Bugs provide fine nourishment but hair of course does not. That smaller underneath tongue traps the hairs that it has caught and arranges their expulsion, while the top tongue gets to savor all those juicy bug parts that deliver so much flavor combined with all the flowers and the fruit that it is able to gather to provide the meal for a lemur’s table. So when it comes to dining, when lemurs eat, it seems that it works much better when they work in teams. They form a culinary guild with very simple dictums. One provides the appetite. The other provides victims!
I’m stymied by your crepitus. Your embouchure’s divine. If you don’t have your own tune, would you harmonize with mine? Your tonality is breathtaking, your rhythm right on beat. Your syncopation’s perfect. I fear I can’t compete. As we play, our joints keep time. My knees snap, crackle, pop. If our music were to lead to love, you’d have to be on top!
The prompt words today are crepitus, stymie, breathtaking and embouchure.
. . . has more temptations, fewer rules and more vacations. Responsibility’s not a goal. It has more texture, has more soul. Life, as imagined, has more shiver. More tiramisu and less liver. More giggling and foolishness. Less lecturing and mulishness. Oh, that life could be less literal. More exciting and more clitoral!
The prompt words today are abstract, responsibility, goal and temptation.
My goals in life were nebulous. I didn’t know quite what it was that I most wanted—except out of my rut. A picket fence and cottage were never my dream. I didn’t want to produce children by the ream. I only wanted travel and to see who I could be if I could search far enough to discover me.
I finally found a part of me everywhere I went, but had to keep on traveling to know the full extent of who I wished to grow into—how much I wished to find— how much I could reveal of me and still have peace of mind. But now I’ve seemed to settle. I’m content with what I’ve found. The place where I have come to seems like holy ground.
Perhaps true wisdom really comes from knowing when to stop— knowing when we’ve climbed enough because we’ve reached the top!
The dogs are in the backyard where they don’t molest the cats. The cats are in the front yard where they monitor the bats but do not dine on birds because the birds have given up and all moved to the back yard where the young cats never sup.
The younger cats stay outside and the old cat lives within and should the outside cats ever escape from where they’ve been, when they’re inside, they’re bullies and steal her food and tease her. Although, since I can’t find a type of cat food that will please her,
it’s no problem for the old cat, yet those cats are getting fat while every day there seems to be less of the older cat. True, the older cat is crabby and swats the young cats first, so it’s hard for me determining which cat is the worst.
I’m tired of these war zones. I wish they’d coexist, and I wish that I could simply tell them to desist. Yet with man and other animals, more often you will find they can’t exist in harmony with those who aren’t their kind.