i have three prompts left for the poetry month scavenger hunt bythat doughnut church lady. doughnuts as sacriments… it could catch on. really easily…any old breakfast. anyways the prompts left are mythic/fairy poem compare/contrast poem and the drop some rain on ye poems. of course, technically there is 104 feverish or fine hottub temperature opportunities to choose your own poetry month adventures or misadventures and i didn’t list one hundred and four entries so hallelujah, you are spared! but so this paragraph leaves me time to muse how to put a cork in the message of this month bottled.
(puppies) ((puppies)) (((puppies)))
you know it never rains but it pours
it was either lose sleep or lose a little more
puppies coming like rain
a thunder clap of a contraction
and there another droplet is lain
it doesn’t take much towonder the sights
one was heiffer cow spotted some greyed other black to white.
each picture an awwww awaiting such captions
but it never does really rain because it pours
karma has that wolfish smile of satisfaction
11 more and the avalanche of growing roars.
one minute it’s peace
the next the bed torn tween teeth
one moment it’s the sweet sound silence
then the cacaphony soars
one minute it’s one simple life’s new chance
then the tidal wave of circumstance
but even grumpy old me can imagine…
being overrrule as i smile with no less satisfaction
it never rains but it pour
nothing now is 11 more.
myth’s cherishing a lie
aged yet new all at the same time.
snipe hunting tonight?
it’s interesting that snipes actually exist- i forget when and where i read it but it was probably wikipedia – you know before the hokum of people making a stink about how easy it was to change wikipedia thus how unscholarly??? i mean duh, fifth grade might get away with one straight from the place but college say pay attention to your face… but wikipedia settles all bets. anyways, a snipe is a fast moving hard to hit bird rather not metaphorically dissimilar to ‘fish stories” which we all know have some unmentionable odor. a sportman might simply disbelieve the tall tales of how many snipe snuffed it that day you know under the hot sun? what a surprise, none to show yes NONE.
a wall of the wets
glistens stilbut soon you’re soaked
a weighted grey wall
the real reality here is i was suddenly sidetracked to obtain a lead on my puppy placements, hear that prince passed away today- there’ll be some youtubing comin’ our house’s daddy dog made it through his nuetring and is sleeping now, yamering with others to or about this, walking to sis’ work to tell her about this and alerting interested party MIL of this…etc or honestly, “losing my train of thought.”… anyways.
purle rain, crying dove
the news floods in of what’s now gone
mem’ries, yesterdays’ love
the color goes steel
as if fluffy whites Weather
word-rain, if you will
heaven is cryin
yes the tears shish on the ground
in country’s rhymin’
the gun metal gloom
unsettling, looming snows
Winter spat at Spring
rainy days and Mondays
drips wet from the clouds, splashing
heared laughter in the rain?
were you walking wet hand in hand
I’m on that 70’s vein.
rain, rain down….on me.
karma gets up and cloudy!
ever been GUILTY?
ever watch the rain?
drippin in the tv screen
we add the blue stain
I should count puddles
the words dropped as if they’re rain
nah, rather muddle.
what is rain really
spiritually wetted muse?
rain the hiss filling
what was silence now singing
til candy bowl’s filled
god’s lookie Lookie me
lightning flashing through the rain
can you see it dropping?
a chair the a ter
to Nature went IMAX big
as i get rained on.
pen and ink flicker
as rain paints the mood sodden
a cotton calming cloud
stills sunshine’s raindrops through the tree
yet you still hear that sound
=I may poet again
=but now, some purple, purple rain.