Normally, the month just…ends.
But November?
November halts.
The world halts.
For the snowflakes that are like gentle, silent fireworks.
December is here, and December is loud.
Not harsh, but rather like,
Trains in the distance,
Or people whistling across a grocery store.
Christmas is waiting, solidly, but smiling.
Christmas comes like a snowflake that lands perfectly.
Family, friends.
All landing perfectly.
There is a sense of completeness, on Christmas Day.
I always feel changed, on Christmas.
I write my resolutions.
I dream my future.
With friends, that I promised to see again soon.
January.
The snow is done falling, and it’s clumpy and dirty.
I got an alarm clock for Christmas.
I set it every day.
Categories:
clumpy, christmas,
Form: Free verse
I had put our meeting off so many times for fear that it would fail, and be a waste of time. I prepared a lovely salad. Thought I'd make some mayonnaise. The kind I thought you liked, with a yolk of free-range eggs, gluten-free and ovovegetarian. Low-carb to be on the safe side as well. Not the bottled commercial stuff full of preservatives and chemicals, but hand-made fresh from scratch au naturel, sweet, tasty, tangy and lovely.
I gently beat the egg yolk and slowly drizzled the vegetable oil into it a few drops at a time, while whisking, relatively not too briskly. I thought all was going ever so well. But the mixture became clumpy and lumpy as the emulsion broke, fell apart, and separated. I started again, mixing ever so slowly this time to bring the immiscible oil and yolk slowly together to meld and combine. But I failed again and again and again.
Out of eggs, with no time to get more, I made a vinaigrette instead! Oil and vinegar, smooth and rough, sweet and sour. They meld so well, despite their relative quirks and differences. No yolk this time. Touche.
Categories:
clumpy, relationship,
Form: Prose Poetry
"Vegan"
The blaise of red
hits the butcher’s paper
like molten crayon
thick and clumpy
perhaps there's some
truth?
in that old
saying;
a watery grave
the write;
it’s child’s play.
all that said,
and done,
dead meat
inside a bellyfull
grows rancid
the mind turns
verdant woodland green
the write not cut
turns positively pure
let’s say
Vegan
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Are their heads off?"
shouted the Queen.
"Their heads are gone,
if it please you, your Majesty!"
Categories:
clumpy, dark, dedication, green, muse,
Form: Narrative
Cottage cheese or curds and whey
I try to eat some every day
I generally can find a way
But always after morning weigh
So that my weight I won’t inveigh
There’s not much market for the curd
And on its face, that seems absurd
For surely if you got the word
You to would find that you preferred
The clumpy product from the herd
Which some claim gives relief with gerd
Now some of you do yogurt seek
Downing cartons as we speak
Fruity flavors interest piques
But if you eschew the plain Greek
You'll just fatten your physique
Categories:
clumpy, food, silly,
Form: Rhyme
HUED DAWN RISES
When the hued dawn rises from the horizon in flair
I find my mind morphing into a beautiful butterfly.
On its wings the tapestry of dream begins to fly
with all the colors of the heart to the future.
The fractured future tumbles in the sunset storm,
the battered butterfly loses wings in its wake.
Restive mind wonders how long it’d take
for the dreams to break or to deform.
Moon in opaque night goes behind clumpy cloud,
I then light a lone candle in my marooned mind
where in the ruins my lost dreams I try to find
before passive past covers them in shroud.
When the razing squall splinters my hopes in rout
flicker in flame of candle the wind would make.
The pained mind wonders how long it’d take
for the lonely waning candle to burn out.
September 9, 2018
Contest : Enclosed Rhyme - September 2018
Sponsored By : Dear Heart
Categories:
clumpy, analogy, dream, life, light,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
THE RETURN OF DREAMS
Clumpy clouds drifted in smoky sky from hazy horizon
You saw the rippling reflection in your marooned mind
Turned into a wasteland where you wandered forlorn
Memory lost in the green meadow you’d left behind.
The sky fell with dripping clouds on drenched dream
You were soaked in cold gloom of desolate shower
Molten agony surged in your sad eyes in a stream
In swelling storm of dark night you searched a shelter.
The dawn gave you warm touch of the rising sun
When I held you close in my yearning embrace
Your unclouded eyes saw the grey sky turn auburn
Draped in sunshine new colors flashed on your face.
After storm you’ve reached the edge of wasteland
For you to reach horizon into a green pasture it’ll turn
We’ll walk on the garden path, you’ll hold my hand
In my eyes you’ll see your distanced dreams return.
February 19, 2018.
Categories:
clumpy, analogy, dream, rain, sorrow,
Form: Rhyme
Fir-treed mountains extend below me,
wrinkled raisins clustered in clumpy desert oatmeal.
I know that you like oatmeal.
You made it once, on your own,
on the phone with me,
much closer than we are now.
The water boiled quickly; you sister nagged
when it didn’t look perfect,
like when your mother makes it.
I think it’s sweet that she cooks
breakfast for you, still:
oatmeal and blueberry pancakes.
I’m thinking of you right now,
flying over mountains
that remind me of raisins,
remind me of oatmeal,
remind me of you.
Categories:
clumpy, loss, loveme, me,
Form: Free verse
Uncover my skin with your lips,
before the midnight sun clasps' over the sky.
My body is haunted by the hypnotic touch of your soft finger tips.
My eyes dance with fiery passion,
as i begin to reveal your flesh for what is really is.
The clock seems endless,
as sand grains rush threw the bottomless hour glass,
i fall to my knees in elegant beauty.
I feel the goosebumps wrapping themselves around you,
your skin becoming clumpy and chilled.
The addicting taste of your tongue molests me,
I become a starving animal
in dying need to satisfy my hunger.
The moans,
stained with dripping remorse.
The floor,
covered with our bodies,
we are merged into one.
Your body's' blissful curves reminding me of the violet hills,
i run threw them.
I see your honesty breaking the dawn that is a rising,
and murdering the darkness that tried to corrupt the angel's singing.
Categories:
clumpy, art
Form: I do not know?
The dehydrated dirt plain,
With cactus flower skulls,
And clumpy, concrete bones,
Thirst for a blood rain…
A diamond back shakes its faith,
And wolves lift their howling smile,
As a vulture feast on the already dead,
That are dried of living waters…
The phoenix takes to flight,
And soars over the plain,
Giving life to the bodies,
With silent falling sparks…
The blood-waters flow,
And the Earth finally drinks,
Tasting the bitter-sweetness of victory,
Thanks to the storm man has created…
When man is gone,
The Desert Storm will be too,
And the Earth will thirst once again,
But it will survive…
Categories:
clumpy, nature, earth, storm,
Form: Free verse