Call it Not Wasteful

You said we need supplies for slime;
we sank our cash in vats of glue
and thus it’s proved how I love you
for slime dries out, is trashed in time

A goofy memoriam stanza for Yeah Write’s February poetry slam
If you’ve escaped thus far, this is slime.

Your present question marks

are going to succeed. A lover
of words will write a book; bread
today is better than cake tomorrow

Like dreams of rose petals or earth
to flying birds, an upward movement
counteracts fate and fortune will descend

You will witness a miracle. Someday
everything will make perfect sense;
your shoes will make you happy

 

Another found poem for NaPoWriMo Day 13, this one made of fortune cookie sayings found here. 

Spring Things

A beautiful evening in the city:

flowers other than pansies

before Mother’s Day, fragrance

of two dozen roses just shined—

 

and I need some ideas if we are able

to go outside, like pick up another

smaller grill, talk to the people

you love, host a front-yard picnic

 

The NaPoWriMo prompt for Day 17 was to write a social-media poem. The above is based on Facebook status updates and is just about the right speed for a Saturday.

On the other hand

you can’t

get enough song

wine, sunshine, chocolate

seashells, praise, castles, alone-time:

cash helps

 

 

Because I am always saying (and writing) things that turn out to be untrue, I especially appreciated today’s NaPoWriMo prompt, which is to write a palinode.

James Bond was in it

Because you snapped that photo

on the Istanbul ferry (silver-suitcase

drug drop) and escaped blazing

death in a high-speed bullet-riddled

motorcycle chase (down dizzy mountain

roads); because I survived the night

of sofa-napping movies:

I’m in bed with a martini,

shaken, waiting.

 

Fresh Starts

Resolutions, in the end, never fail

to make me a liar

In the beginning I vowed

a month of poems

They were going to astound you

beautiful and profound

 

Inspired by Quickly’s Prompts #21: Take something from beginning to completion. I have a little trouble with completion…

Striking Out at Every Turn

I curse the prompt that asks me to rhyme

It’s a begging for brilliance that makes my head ache

The requisite words lists take time

 

A poem a day, with so much at stake

Is too much to ask of this stumbling hack

I find that my courage will break

 

(My fingers, my eyes, my brain are all slack)

 

Inspired by NaPoWriMo’s prompt for Day 15: Write a poem in terza rima. I did not like it, Sam-I-Am.