Botticelli takes a warm bath.
Springtime in arcadia,
The Grace chicks are a threesome.
I tend to ignore the other stuff that's going on.
For triplets
they each have their subtle differences
The girls are demure,
yet they seem to be hoofing a sexy gavotte.
We need a Maypole,
I guess the Italians outnumber the English
in Elysium.
They are as soft as a pillow dream.
I wonder if they ever pillow fight -
a pajamaed affair designed
to arouse Pan and all his
goat faced minions.
It's lambing time
and the ladies
are bouncing merrily.
One day I might take note
of what else is happening
in the painting,
pull it all together
with a few well-chosen observations.
Probably, even then
there will be some odd twigs,
or bendable twists of green
I can't weave together,
no matter how hard I try.
Categories:
pajamaed, poetry,
Form: Free verse
A fire in the kitchen?
I smell of smoke in the hall.
Somebody is very guiltily
Washing down the wall.
What’s left of the toaster’s
Just a burnt plastic shell.
Some time last night
We almost had a mini hell.
Thank the Lord for CCTV.
A bit of a disturbing sight
He’d come in a bit tipsy
Just after midnight.
Put the toaster on the hob
Switched the wrong device on
Seemed blithely unaware that
The smoke alarm had gone.
He’d sat drinking tea
Supremely unaware
Of the flames and smoke
Swirling around his chair.
A pajamaed figure appears
Smoke alarm must have alerted
Situation quickly sorted
Potential emergency averted.
White faced and anxious
Sitting with his dad and me
As we all sit and watch
The Closed Circuit Tv.
He’d been doing so well
Getting back on track
But, three steps forward
And two steps back.
Give credit where it’s due,
Criticise where it’s earned,
Put it down to experience,
Just another lesson learned.
Mending broken soldiers
We all voluntarily chose
Win or lose its a gamble
Last night it was close.
Categories:
pajamaed, drink, fire, mental health,
Form: Rhyme
I stumble pajamaed, half asleep toward the object of my desire.
in memory, it calls to me, of passionate pleasures experienced prior.
The morning's night is the consummate time for secret rendezvous discrete.
With ninjaly sneak I arrive at the door - my illicit joy within reach.
But to my horror I find the pizza gone - again, my trust is breached!
Categories:
pajamaed, 11th grade, funny, horror,
Form: Rhyme
- Dying Mother-
Perched on her stool but getting there
Angry at paper that just does not care
Onion unlayered in the last of her skin
Paper be angry, paper be thin
Blotched and embattled, unwashed and pajamaed, the bladder goes dry on the floor Not telling her why, two teeth left in a mushy jaw
I am still alive but who knows what for
Walking swollen ,chapped and scaled , stuck like Mother goose
Hearing goes harder than misunderstood
Drinks from the vine the everyday bottles ghost from the past
Wherever i am going I am getting there fast
Will they buy my a casket, or burn me with gas
There's comma 'tween now and forever and a hyphen just before hell
The nothing hereafter gets as good as it gets
Categories:
pajamaed, addiction, death,
Form: Free verse
How do you want your eggs he says
while turning the hash browns he has
added cut up turkey sausage to?
I reply, any way you want to fix it,
I only want one. He insists I choose,
so I say, okay 'over easy' then.
The egg sticks to his too hot skillet
and becomes broken and then begins
to resemble scrambled.
I try not to laugh and reassure,
it doesn’t matter at all.
After a heavy slathering of mustard
I dine like a pajamaed queen!
© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
Just a quick note to let everyone know that my
Husband had an angiogram and his arteries are
not blocked so the doctors feel heart surgery
is too risky to remove his aneurysm so he will
just live with it and we hope it doesn’t grow
larger. Thank you all for your prayers. We are both
relieved that he won’t be having heart surgery.
Categories:
pajamaed, family, life,
Form: Free verse
In a black morning, hollowed
with eggshell delicacy....not fragile, simply gentle
with dark chocolate skies
a pajamaed, sleepy ten year old
with a six year old's excitement..
up at five a.m....with his basket ready
to search out candy eggs
A dew kissed morning, the blossom of an Easter sunrise
which rises to greet a family....a father, a mother, a brother, a sister
a house blessed with a spirit of His presence
so richly apparent, in polished shoes, combed hair, Sunday dress
In hard boiled colored eggs, chocolate rabbits, jelly beans..
baked ham, scalloped potatoes, fruit salad, homemade shortcake
assorted aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents...
Being allowed to eat his candy
providing he ate
at least
one piece
of broccoli.
Categories:
pajamaed, childhood, holidayeaster, chocolate, boy,
Form: Free verse
In a black morning, hollowed
with eggshell delicacy...not fragile, simply gentle
with dark chocolate skies....a pajamaed
ten year old, with a six year old's excitement
up at five a.m., with his basket ready
to search out candy eggs
A dew kissed morning, the blossom of an Easter sunrise
Rising to greet a family,... a father, a mother, a brother, a sister
A house blessed with a spirit of His presence
So richly apparent, in polished shoes, combed hair, Sunday dress
In hard boiled colored eggs, chocolate rabbits hidden in green grass
eating baked ham and scalloped potatoes
assorted aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents
Being allowed to eat his candy
providing he ate
at least
one piece
of broccoli.
Categories:
pajamaed, childhood, holiday, soneaster, chocolate,
Form: Free verse