Though curved like a question mark,
she walks without a Zimmer frame.
Will she ever veer from
the narrow,
nonsensical
dirt road?
She earns,
mopping, scrubbing, laundering, and currying.
She’s often gifted with
rice, tea powder, jaggery, sari, soap,
and so on.
Thanks to the munificence
of her mistress.
She saves and stores,
living in parsimonious penury.
She loses her delicious delights
in spending tension.
A schlock existence –
everything safely decays in her store.
There’s certainly a spark of work
(even at the dog-end)
of her life.
But when will she live on the earth?
First published in Native Skin, and then reprinted in The Literary Hatchet
Categories:
currying, life,
Form: Free verse
How much I pride this wreath of gold,
now vanquished in my war-torn soul
asunder from that once lost flesh,
receiving veil and fashioned mesh.
Oh God, you’ve heard my numerous rhymes.
my prayers in verse for wedded time.
On that day I’d danced to you.
For all my hopes have now come due.
One dance to him who gave himself,
a him for me, as no one else.
And then to God, I’d strip my gown.
With Holy Spirit then throw down.
Like David when the ark was bought
from foreign holders bravely sought,
a rhythm dance to African beat
on fresh bare soil with shoeless feet.
You might ask “What crazy fool?
A lovesick woman. Not too cool.”
These words be spoken, if you dare.
To God above my dance is prayer.
“In truth, my husband and I were persons of “quite different construction, different bent, completely dissimilar views.” But we always remained ourselves, in no way echoing nor currying favor with one another, neither of us trying to meddle with the other’s soul, neither I with his psyche nor he with mine. And in this way my good husband and I, both of us, felt ourselves free in spirit” Anna Dostoyevsky
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Categories:
currying, dance, prayer, thanks,
Form: Rhyme
When dining with Angie and Peter
I let out a terrible fetor
Leaping up in a hurry
I blamed yesterday’s curry
Room fragrance soon made the air sweeter!
FICTION POEM
10/16/18
Categories:
currying, humorous, wind,
Form: Limerick
FAIRIES IN THE EVENTIDE
Scented little pillows
filled with little seeds.
A fairy makes quite a fuss,
fingers like dust ~ pulling &
lusting for the aromatherapy.
Like a jeweled mosquito, she won’t let go.
~ I ultimately let her fly ~
Now she’s gained the coveted prize.
“Mmm, ahh,” she says, then sneezes,
flutters away with her lighthearted squeeze.
Pesky little fairies now bother me in the eventide ~
with wings of diamond, emerald, and sapphire.
They twinkle past my eyes, like precious dust,
Bedazzling me, begging me to sew a sachet.
Jealous little gypsies, they are, currying favor,
prodding my gigantic fingers to sew.
I’m quite tired by morning light, and it all seems
an annoying dream, except for lingering stardust.
Kim Rodrigues © 2017
Categories:
currying, fairy,
Form: Free verse
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts,
stashing them safely out of view.
In a hurry to stuff their guts,
spunky squirrels gather up nuts.
With bulging cheeks and furry butts,
you love watching them passing through.
Spunky squirrels gather up nuts;
stashing them safely out of view.
You love to watch them passing through,
scampering around the garden.
And though they'll dig a hole or two,
you love to watch them passing through.
Storing nuts, they'll bury a few;
before the ground starts to harden.
You love to watch them passing through;
scampering around the garden.
So if you make time in your day,
Quietly spy on them at play.
Unafraid, they won't run away;
Instead, they tend to be quite bold.
Remember to watch, but not hold,
Rabies is something you should fear;
Enjoy them from afar, not near,
Loping along from tree to tree;
Scurrying free for all to see.
Categories:
currying, beautiful, imagery, imagination, nature,
Form: Triolet
Currying Favor With the Boss
By Elton Camp
The CEO stood at the shredder, a puzzled look on his face
He called out, “If I can’t make this work it’ll be a disgrace.”
One of the younger secretaries happened to be passing by
And rushed over when she heard the boss’ anguished cry
“An agent from the FBI is coming to see me right away
Miss Prunella, my secretary, has already left for the day.
“If I don’t get this done there will much trouble, my dear.
For to my private office this investigator is drawing near.”
Seeing her chance, she said, “I’ll be glad to do it for you.”
Sue inserted the document and then she pressed Start too
Just as the stack disappeared into the shredder’s inside,
“Only one copy is all I will need,” the big boss then cried
“I have worked day & night on this report for nearly a year
For this to remain the only copy causes me so much fear.”
Categories:
currying, funny, me,
Form: Rhyme