So, today I cut up my first fresh pineapple And it really wasn’t all that hard to do First cut off both ends, then trim away the sides, and slice as you like Eventually, you’ll have a plate full of sweet, luscious, juicy bites
Watch out for the slippery juice, though Or you’ll lose your heavenly ambrosia bits to the floor Right where the dogs are waiting, waiting, waiting for any little morsel to Drop
Still catching up with OctPoWriMo, I offer this playful acrostic based on prompts for the sense of taste: delectable, tantalizing, explosive, creamy, bitter, sour.
Tags in clothes are scratchy Wool is itchy Socks choke my ankles Shoes smother my feet Turtlenecks try to strangle me And don’t get me started on bras or shapeware I really don’t like wearing clothes much at all
When I go out All the people, at the store, at the mall, everywhere They’re all trying to breathe my air Or pollute it with their perfumes, colognes, aftershave Getting too close, bumping into me Don’t even say excuse me
And the big box stores, with all their stock jammed everywhere Fifteen-foot shelves crammed with stuff So many colors, shapes, sizes, choices So overwhelming
I can maybe go to the mall, on a Tuesday afternoon Except in November, December or early January Or when there’s some big sale I’d rather pay extra, thanks anyway
So, really, while I don’t like the idea of having to stay home all the time Not having a choice in the matter The truth is Sheltering in place, keeping safe, minimal outside contact I’ve kinda been training for this my whole life
Catching up some more. OctPoWriMo offering based on a prompt on exploring touch. Kinda free-verse, kinda prose, kinda Friday night free-for-all.
I love the mockingbird’s bright tune The fussing of the squirrels in my Backyard
Big band music gets me moving With blues and swing, I find my own Rhythm
Children laughing, puppies yipping Church choirs singing, filling the air With joy
Airplanes roaring overhead Hot rods revving up their engines So loud!
My lover’s voice, just a whisper Caressing my heart strings, touching My soul
All this, creation’s song of songs The theme that fills our days with life And love
Y’all have heard of tinnitis, right? Ringing or buzzing in the ears Growing
Mine is like a cicada’s song At least I’ll never be lost in Silence
Still playing OctPoWriMo catch-up! At least I’m not falling any further behind. Today, on the 22nd, I offer poem #19, in a form called Synchronicity, based on sensing your surroundings and the prompts: roar, dripping, rough, smooth, dark, putrid, sweet, stale
Write Your tears Or your fears Pencil or pen Clear the pain of the years But where to start, where to begin It doesn’t matter, you know where you’ve been And you know that you want to escape from the night To find yourself and your feelings again Remember how you felt back then The skies and your mind clear Remember when Grace appeared Revered Right
More OctPoWriMo catching up. A Diatelle poem, based on an invitation to explore how you process your feelings, and the prompts: rejuvenate, reboot, breathe, meditation, process, healing