Emo enlivened emulsions exhibit
exalted e-Memory equations
exemplifying equilateral ecstasy
excitative existential extensions.
Categories:
emulsions, beauty, community, extended metaphor,
Form: Alliteration
So much of beauty has come and gone
and never known its own worth
in farm and field in whitewashed barns
in the raucous music of the rooster.
Poorer are we for the loss of harrow and ax
the woodpile stacked with oak and ash
the balsam pillows stowed in drawers
of quilted blankets and linens bleached.
The not so ordinary loved packed scarf
from scraps of sweater knitted
the braided rugs made from well-worn blankets
and the smell of wood smoke in caste iron.
Reminisce with me of clothes upon a line
and the smell of sunshine on white sheets.
Remember, oh remember the lady slippers
deep within the birch filled wood at mid-day.
All of these have come and gone
mere photos remain pixels without emulsions
slick shadow less, machine stamped hulls
so little of real beauty remains.
Categories:
emulsions, family, food, loss, beauty,
Form: Verse
Elixers, emulsions, powders and lotions,
spread on the counter like a fleet on an ocean.
It’s those bathroom battles that I still see,
ground that was lost, or a quiet victory.
A bloodless conflict, I must concede,
But battle lines drawn in a battle indeed.
We circle each other like birds of prey,
thinking of that explosive day
that we both know will come with a great thrill
when like raptors we swoop in for the kill.
For space to be had that doesn’t exist,
ironies aplenty, it’s life with a twist.
Irons and curlers and blow dryers too,
for goodness sake, what’s a man supposed to do?
At every visit I eyeball the hair
that grows by the day, stuck to the “Skin Care.”
Things wadded up in the waste basket,
oft overflowing like a yawning casket.
A place for dead things, unmentionables too,
then I think of my vows when I said “I love you”.
If a couple survives bathroom things,
chances are good they’ll keep wearing their rings.
But half of that space should be for the groom,
for heaven's sake, I too need room.
Categories:
emulsions, funnyspace,
Form: I do not know?
Pine sol why do we pour- a solution
Does it make sense to us
mopping floor’s emulsions
pine sap’s odoriferous
entrapment insectual call
naturally cedar’s repulsion
I smell an invent a cedarsol involvement- a solvent
\ a grook on observation
Categories:
emulsions, imagination
Form: Grook