~ Curlicues and squiggles ~
A skywriter flew by
He drew a straight line
I looked up with a sigh
What if the writing were mine
I'd draw curlicues
jagged lines and squiggles
Loop-di-loops with corkscrews
lithe wiggles and jiggles
I'd fill up the sky
with all sorts of shapes
Apes in red capes
and bunches of grapes
to lure loners and lovers
on fire escapes
and behind nighttime drapes
And then at the end
when I'm near out of sky
I'd draw a heart with an arrow
that you and I'll ride
Categories:
squiggles, flying, heart, sky, write,
Form: Rhyme
Squiggles on a page.
They mean nothing.
Pay close attention.
Get enough right no one will know.
Go through the motions.
They mean nothing.
Take them apart. Copy them diligently.
Application is everything,
This is a lost cause.
You are lucky to bit by bit copy.
Knowing no significance.
Nothing in your world relates.
Do not let the enemy know!
He did not help your dad.
He will not help you.
Your dad is proud.
He thinks you can read.
You never tell him you cannot.
The same as him.
Neither of you knowing
you were not only dyslexic
but you both needed glasses.
Categories:
squiggles, words,
Form: Blank verse
Characters on a page
squiggles, but meaningful ones
on the page.
Shuffle those around and put them on the page.
Shuffle them around and try again.
Think about them.
Shuffle them around and try again.
The characters on the page
meaningful squiggles, but not quite right
so shuffle them around and try again.
Use new squiggles, but meaningful ones
put those on the page.
Then shuffle them around and try again.
Put more characters on the page
until the page is full.
Then start over.
Different squiggles, different meanings.
Closer still, but not quite there.
Shuffle them around and try again.
Shuffle them around and…
EUREKA!
…no, false alarm.
So keep putting characters on the page
squiggles, but meaningful ones.
Maybe one day the squiggles
will say just what you mean
and it just might
change everything.
Categories:
squiggles, words,
Form: Free verse
John Q. Squiggles,
at the opera one eve
had a bad case of the wiggles.
He dug and he scratched. No relief in sight.
From the row behind there came giggles
Preparation H was unknown at that time.
And he felt he was being harassed
He jumped to his feet
ripped his pants on the seat
Then he was really em barrassed!
© Mar 06 2010 Charles Henderson
Categories:
squiggles, funny
Form: Free verse