Napowrimo, Poetry, ReadWritePoem

dinner day 22

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

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Napowrimo, Poetry, ReadWritePoem

i recall

read write poem napowrimo day 15 carrying a tune. ok this isn’t exactly as requested, mixin my dog, ex and birds, heck singin in the shower it sounded real good…
photo:  OakleyOriginals, flickr

i think i loved my sexy ex
he was tall, real purtee
and plenty furry

he loved to drink
and strut and jump
his bright winged tail waggin

feather free his smile soared
right over our house
and 5 foot chained link fence

he loved his home
and me i think
i just haven’t seen him since

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cleave, Haiku, Napowrimo, Poetry, ReadWritePoem

small portion cleave

read write poem napowrimo day 14: you want me to write what? write a cleave poem. thanks for the intro nicole to this form. also do stop by nicole’s and take this RWP poll; three word wednesday: brash, lubricate, saint; photo: Morning-call bird, sichun1029, flickr

morning hollars come brash bickering birds
lubricate the lights of night fantasy flying feathers
curtain flowing wind starry saints singing

standing silent stay there’s nothing here weeping
shoreline breaching walls knowledge seeking might
wet sand sinking rushing wrecking ball 
disappearing disposition crushing bitter bite 

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