read write poem napowrimo day 22 a wordle 12 word choice use one or use them all. why not i mutter use all… ; photo: Canário-da-terra, Saffron Finch (Sicalis Flaveola), Bertrando©, flickr: sunday scribblings: dinner
deciding tomorrow‘s dinner
the image of green spinach pie
came to my dizzy delirious disposition
as the black crows in the surrounding
tall evergreen trees begin to batter
in spontaneous agreement
being in a saffron sunny spirit
i casually make a decision and navigate
the local market noting the excellent
selection of spinach and kale priced perfectly
a sudden hollar draws my attenion
his cropped head from a distance smiles
over the counter and in a booming voice
there’s an excellent choice today mam’
in a fierce minute squall
my gray peppered hair reality
began to reverberate through the
tiny tendrils of my suddenly saddened
electrified brain manifesting sprouts
when did i become a mam’
responding to an unexpected ache
of a latent sting i smiled a smile and
spoke sincerely thank you sir
later two aisles over stirring speculation
the recipe calls for eggs and grated
montery jack cheese
lost in the reverie of how old am i really
all the tomorrows and yesterdays simmered
and bubbled with little requirements of fire or flame
with my basket before me the rust wheels sqeak round
my dinner disillusioned and forgotten i find
little appetite unwilling to view the fine mist
of emporium delights fluttering before me
as colorful flags telling a tale of the finch who flew
away when the door of his cage mysteriously opened
Piece of Pie ala Mode 
I hate being called “mam” as well! Ahh!! How can something so well-meaning come off so off-putting?
I really enjoyed this. It demanded my attention so much that I actually turned down my music to read it aloud to myself. Love the alliteration: “dizzy delirious disposition” and “selection of spinach.” This whole piece formed a vivid story . . . and made me hungry. 🙂
I agree; this poem was fun and delightful to read aloud. Great wordplay and word painting.
This poem expresses the power of the unexpected to sidetrack us very well.
No one ever means any harm, do they?
Fantastic!
nicely done.
Great premise and use of the words–love how all the tomorrows and yesterdays simmered…
Love how you got them all in.
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Good read. I always forget how much gray I’ve got appearing in my hair until I get sirred. I usually just try to pretend the speaker has me mistaken for a knight 🙂
forget that reality and do what your blog title says – have a piece of pie with a big old scoop of ice cream.
Delightful wordsmithery and imagery in this poem. Thoroughly enjoyed it!
Age, distraction and shopping mixed well in your delightful poem.
Nicely done, as always.