I’M LIKE AN INSTANT POT
I’m like an Instant Pot.
We’re both big and bold.
Heavier than we should be
Fussier than we need be
Neither of us should ever
Sit on the kitchen counter
When not in use.
Our metallic armor,
Fitted seamlessly,
tight and wide around the waist
Hard to keep that much armor shiny
So I don’t try to very often.
We each have different
temperatures,
we operate that way.?Different temperatures
deliver variable output
We both even hiss!
,
Beware the danger of getting it wrong,
Pushing the wrong button,
For it is the user who chooses
How far to turn the knob
How much heat to Render,
For success and bounty
As a temp too great or too small could
Ruin inside us, each.
Operate us incorrectly and we’ll
Explode all over you
When guidelines are taken
Seriously,
Pamphlets and fine print read,
we can both be tricky about
Unfollowed rules.
When you don’t know our laws
Of operation
Our innards could easily
turn to mush
Unrecognizable, inedible,
Salty.
Be reluctant to turn the knob too much.
Categories:
fussier, fun,
Form: Free verse
A summer that was long waited for, was filled with
deaths, scorching heat, and a floundering economy,
that keeps spiraling into the deep,
People are fussier than they have ever been before,
because they feel that there isn't any help in store,
They feel they are being ignored by the current
Administration.
For the first time in years, citizens are realizing
their fears,
Amidst the beauty of flowering blooms and blue skies,
the frazzled and stressed cry,
jolted by the sudden reality of life being so unfamiliar,
that residents don't even recognize the times
they are living in.
A sorrowful summer came knocking,
A memory of the Depression from many years ago,
where emotions ranged from high to low,
with some wishing they could forego,
the tedious ritual of living lives that
have become so complex.
A summer that has exposed a gloomy
future for the young,
Yet we keep pressuring them to be strong
and to keep trudging along,
When no one has any clues or answers
for a prosperous future.......
Categories:
fussier, introspectionsummer, summer,
Form: Prose Poetry