That Salad Went Right Through Me
I've always wanted to write a poem called
“That Salad Went Right Through Me”.
And I would wager upon its best destiny:
To begin with, there is the Universal Theme--
For who has not gurgled around a conference table
at half past the last radish scrap?
Who, once stalled, has not
persistently punched the flusher
to muffle the borborygmus din?
But on a loftier note, I prefer
to think of my paean emblazoned
in the annals of first line indexes,
where, as one wanders lonely as a cloud
over dactyls and tropes,
“That salad went right through me”
trots right off the page
demanding a fervid flip to its leaf.
And future discourse plied at workshops,
and other such rarefied privies of poesy
might thusly include:
"Did you write a poem for the class today?"
Yes...“That Salad Went Right Through Me”
"Well then, you should consider the cheesecake."
Categories:
indexes, assonance, poetry, writing,
Form: Free verse
Summer taunts us verily with
now thinking back to it last year-
and praying then, we'd now be free.
But no- we still must live in fear.
Lost months' nonsense only paved
the hilly trail of ups and downs.
Told vax will work- yet, breakthroughs creep;
uncertainties leave us with frowns.
Covers deemed- erasing faces, good;
the vaxxed, unvaxxed, it matters not.
Our choice negated- freedom lost;
still call for all to get the shot.
Fresh graphs- higher indexes jeer-
must follow science they decree.
No hocus-pocus bar designs
should now become their control key.
July 29, 2021
Contest: Alpha Lines
Sponsor: Joseph May
Rules:
Any 2 lines in each stanza must rhyme
The first letters of the words in the first line of each
stanza must be in alphabetical order. My choices:
s t u v w l m n o p c d e f g f g h i j
Categories:
indexes, drug, fear, how i
Form: Rhyme
Another Year Passes By
I look askance as the days pass by
even as they slip into nightgowns
and then it's the chirp chirp, caw caw
up and on to daily chores
displays on laptop
glued to the screen
see-saw with indexes
outcomes writ large on the face
and the nagging back pain
adding to the queue
ailments on the prowl
in propitious frames
yoga and pranayama
apart from vaccines
to the rescue
the swarming germs
on the radar, family members
soldiers in trenches and bunkers
money trails or terror attacks
occupy spaces in brain cells
can't just throw out the pictures
ferry them to bed
fall asleep with nightmares
that leave a pounding pulse
as a wrist-band records the reams.
Categories:
indexes, anxiety, business, cancer, corruption,
Form: Blank verse
The key to feeling loved—attention
sharped or flatted drilled or bored,
love demands attention that’s the score—
marry the compound emotions of gist and jest,
sing the song of sorrow serene:
lay lie Ophelia on the waves of death
but grab the stage please.
Separated, longing, faceless, safety falsely felt
instruments of creation writhe in amour
lipping candied words across a span of white
following the cursor through the long night
a bouncing ball while music
plays, lovers seek delight.
Age, an unseen pain does not betray the seeking heart
wrinkled countenance denied by purloined words,
heat self-fingered brings release percussed by tapping
indexes, moans cascade to vibrato trills alone
Attention to the tale, the changing platform of the frame
love unknown, unfounded, forms within the detail of the page.
Contest: The Pain of Night
Categories:
indexes, loneliness, night,
Form: Free verse
B_ Balm of sun behind clouds
L_ Leaves singing long and loud
E_ Enemy heat and drought gone
S_ Summer's fury had lingered on
S_ Signs of blessings pouring down
I_ Inviting coolness and rain sounds
N_ Now can once more enjoy porch's
G_ Greatness without fear of sorch
S_ In just a few hours, gone is torch
We have had temperatures of high 90's
with heat indexes of over a 100..Some
days 110..The rain has been scarce and
when it rained was 1/2 inch or less..
Praise God for the rain and the cooler air..
Categories:
indexes, inspirational, life, nature, seasonsrain,
Form: Acrostic