Number 9 Blues
Those eyes,
that song,
A bird the color
of the moon
we met under.
The wind
a ribbon of sadness.
Cold hands,
broken heart—
all the hue
of a trumpet’s lonely staccato.
Number 9 Blues
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Back of the Fridge
Back of the Fridge
Free from the air current’s rush and flow,
the fridge back’s where the spiders go
to spin their webs and catch their prey.
We should give thanks for them, ‘cuz they
trap flies that land upon our snacks,
dive-bomb our faces, roam our backs
and cause us all so much dismay,
so let your resident spiders stay.
Better in their hidden place
than buzzing flies right in your face.
Trolling for flies in the kitchen.
Requiem for the Ode: SOCS, Aug 21, 2021
Requiem for the Ode
Sorry, but these days an ode
is a form that’s out of mode.
And as tacky as it seems,
modern folks have chosen memes
to convey their inner selves,
and even though a poem delves
with soul in what we want to say,
alas, emojis rule the day.
emojis and
Anything but Awesome
Although this view might warrant the term, my least favorite word is “awesome.” HERE is a link to an explanation of why this is so.
For Stream of Consciousness Saturday: What is your least favorite word?
Valuables: Saturday Stream of Consciousness Prompt
You need to click on these to see them well.. especially the first long skinny one.
Somewhere I saw a daily prompt whose prompt today was photos of things that began with “VAL.” I put my thinking cap on and came up with “Valuables,” so I took photos of my jewelry which, although not diamonds and gold, is valuable to me. Then, in typical “me” fashion, I could not find the prompt to link it to, so if this sounds familiar to you, please clue me in with a link? Prayers answered.. muchas gracias, Sadje, for telling me the site of the prompt.!
This post is part of SoCS. Find the prompt HERE. link!!!!
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