Lasting Last Laughs - Sunday Whirl #58

Lasting Last Laughs
I
Thought your brittle austere tongue could save you?
You, haughtily drenched in the barnacles
Of your falsely burnished presumptions
You really think your words will last forever,
But they are really just rough chalk s cr awl s
To be made a b lu r as they are sc rape d away
With an eraser on the flinty old battered board
That exists in the front of  your lifes’ classroom
I shall no longer be visiting your playground...

II

(..I..)

(Never)

(having to)

(have to deal)

(with you again)

(will remain)

(safe within)

(a loving)

(cocoon)

III

While we scrape by in these rough times

We will stick to each other like cemented barnacles

Our austerity comes from and rests easy in our hearts

Drenched in our devotion our tongues will wag with joy

The summer sun may burnish our skins

Smiling, we’ll chalk that up to another memory,

For the day when our brittle bones will set beside each other

Uncomfortable moments will become b lu rs in our vision

Our life was and never will be like cold stone flint

JP/davh © May 26, 2012
Process notes: The first stanza fell into place quite quickly, the rest with minor tweaking followed. I had to deal with an adult bully. But I shall hopefully never have to deal with that person again. I used the same Wordles in stanzas I and III and only used cocoon once.
The Sunday Whirl #58  http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/05/27/wordle-58/
*scrape, *tongue, *brittle, *austere, *barnacles, *drenched,*chalk, *flinty, *blur, *burnished, cocoon, *rough


The companion piece or back-story of/for this poem can be found here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/05/sometimes-reality-shucks-monday-melting.html 

Forks in the Road - WWP #106

Forks in the Road...
Silverware.
That’s what I think of when the word ‘Fork’ appears
Two, three and four prong forks...
Helping one to stuff their face with vittles

Ah yes the split in the road, Y
Why have to choose...because the road divides
East, west, north or south
Well traveled or hidden path

Choices in life...some we get to make
Others are given to us - Birth, no choice there, maybe though
As some believe a child chooses their parents...
But then who would choose poverty over any other means?

What to wear, fashion or naught - for that matter clothing at all...
There was that red sand beach in Maui we never did find
Or the friend who had neighbors
Who perhaps didn’t wash all that many articles of clothing

One could look at the fork from the other angle
Two roads joining...becoming one  - as a partnership
In business or marriage, seed and soil coming together
To create new life the choice to weed any unwanted growth...

What has happened becomes a memory that we can choose to keep
Tomorrow is full of new opportunities
To use the everyday or splurge and ‘finely’ set the table
Show off that silver plated flatware you inherited

Guess I’m just being playful
Looking forward for the traveling spouse to return
And the comfort of ‘spooning’
Silverware...for living

JP/davh © May 19, 2012  for:
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/prompt-106-forks-in-the-road/

Sometimes Reality 'Shucks' -Monday Melting 18 & WWP 107

Sometimes Reality ‘Shucks’

Salt into the wound, the predator no longer mimicked the angel she wasn’t
The event would never be transcribed - not if one wanted to actually live
The three of us stood - jaws knobbed in defiance, mouths cotton dry

The red fire of a volcanic eruption lingered with the heat of the baking oven
Emotions incensed by human pheromones as the air bristled electrically
Each woman holding their place not daring to flutter an eyelash

Would the jaguar morph as the conversation unfolded
And the vulnerable parties remain coherent enough not to wet themselves?
The white light at the end of the tunnel was as narrow as a pencil point...

Thankfully at last there was motion, though tortoise-like
It was enough to ensure that no one would have to be surgically removed
from the walls or that excrement would have to be cleaned

As is the case most often when the ‘shit hits the fan’
Choices were going to be made - who would remain endemic?
There would be no crocheting of loyalties, no more false honeydew words
~~~
Silence ensued as the fourth woman entered the room - would she ever know
Of what had just occurred - At that moment one of the others had made
A life changing decision - Get out, save yourself - sometimes that’s all you can do.

JP/davh © May 22, 2012  *shucks (informal):as in ‘something useless or worthless, ‘They don’t care shucks about the project'.  Process notes: Just couldn’t find a home for those five other words. But I did use two color words. Traded salt for sodium. And I’ve made the choice to leave my ‘job’. Sanity is more precious than a few extra bucks. 


flutter.morph.mimic.funnel.tortoise.honeydew
crochet.surgical.transcription.imago.unfolded.vulnerable
predator.dry.excrete.*orange/blue/brown (or alternative color words)
proboscis.coherent.photonic.eyespot.endemic.sodium.knobbed
pheromones.pencil.tunnel.bristle.wet.incense.jaguar   (25 0f 30)
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/05/21/monday-melting-week-18/


Also posted here:http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2012/05/bully.html
As I just found this prompt in which this poem fits through the May 25 th, offering of:
http://margoroby.wordpress.com/
Also Posting here:
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/05/30/prompt-107-its-post-your-poems-day/#comments
How much more real can it get than having to deal with an adult bully?  A follow up piece to this from me can be found here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/05/lasting-last-laughs-sunday-whirl-58.html

Picturesque - SW Wordle #57

Picturesque

((               ))               ((

))                ((               ))

 ((              ))            ((

(In my secret garden massive white cotton clouds are an)(O0)

(Open window to my imagination - cluttered thoughts scatter  (o)

(No clatter, peace deep to my marrow the early spring crocuses)     (o)

(Have come and gone to be replaced by other budding flowers,)       (o)

(Vibrant colors of plant And bird pierce the stillness perhaps )     ((o))

(Briefly I will allow the hand of grief a brief perch on my heart)

  (O0o~just to remind me of how lucky I am and then~o0O)

(\When winter returns I will remember this fine moment over a cup of tea made/)

(\From rose hips,  sweetened with honey made by summers’ bees

JP/davh © May 20, 2012  For: http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/05/20/wordle-57-a-bakers-dozen/   :colors, hips
marrow, crocuses, stillness, massive, secret, flower, grief, window, perhaps, hand, clatter

Process notes: Yes, I did have fun with this. While my garden is not really a secret, I did find out yesterday that there is a huge nest hidden in my willow that might belong to an owl or a hawk. And that would be a fine thing to think about while having tea and looking out my picture window when winter arrives....

Heading South (Monday Melting #17)

Heading South...(in a Good Way)
Crossing over the Susquehanna seemed
Like a dalliance into the world of dreams...
We had a brief assemblage, an erstwhile
Meeting in the penumbra of dawn
To load up the van that would take half of us
To our destination where once again we would
Become a panoply of a family at the resort by
The offing where we would relax in the demesne
Of salted air and enjoy the lilt, lithe, and labyrinthine
Movements of the sea gulls, ghost crabs and other tourists...

This was not a day to be woebegone or inure
It was the start of our annual road trip together
With the windows open we could smell the
Reddent petrichor rising from the riparians we passed
On our way to the river...the air seemed like a magic elixir
An enchanting harbinger of the week ahead -
Our murmurous whispers were in agreement
We had the wherewithal to ravel in and imbue our relationships
Hands in wafture - the two vehicles became our personal caravan
There was no need for an inglenook on this week of summer vacation

My pillow set, I allowed mondegreen, while in tintinabulation
About whether I had remembered to pack my talisman
Focusing on the pastiche of early morning clouds
I let my eyes close and allowed myself to brood...
Repeating the scintilla of my synapses over and over
So I could remember just what I wanted to write about
When I awoke in another state, quite literally...
Starting from southwestern Pennsylvania we would have
Several hundreds of miles to put between our starting point
And the registration desk that held the keys to our home away from home...

JulesPaige © May 18, 2012. Please note the 30 words I used out of the 100 are in italics.  How could I not use Susquehanna? I learned a few of other things too; The rivers’ name is an exonym = a name used by foreigners for a place or people that the natives do not use themselves. The original spelling from a map by John Smith in 1612 has the river spelled Susquesahaough - which in the Iroquoian language does not mean; mile wide and foot deep.
For: http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/05/14/monday-melting-week-17/

Liebster Blog Nominations!

With heartfelt thanks to both:
http://purplepeninportland.wordpress.com/   And  

http://www.thehappyamateur.com/

Both who have honored me with a nomination for a Liebster Award. The award isn’t voted on by any kind of committee; instead, it is passed from one blogger to another, to recognize fellow bloggers. Please choose five.  Now that you have been nominated it is your responsibility to:
1. Link back to who nominated you
2. Nominate a blogger who has less than 200 followers (sometimes you can see that
   on their site, sometimes not...)
3. Let nominees know by leaving a comment on their sites...and
4. Post your award the award image on your site...I’m still working on that -
   if you figure it out let me know - I'm not really sure how I got it on the page because it wouldn't copy from my word document so I snagged it from one of the other sites - when there's a will...).
Nominees:
Thank you all for your friendship, encouragement and of course your poetry! In no particular order...

Kani        http://embracingtransience.blogspot.com/

Josephine G.           http://pebbleorium.blogspot.com/

Libby                    http://simplyelfje.wordpress.com/

Daphne                 http://daphnehaiku.blogspot.com/

Teri             http://smallstonegatherer.blogspot.com/

Freya        http://dragonscaleleggings.blogspot.com/

While I have only been blogging for about two years or less these fine friends have help make me feel at home in the ‘ether web’ - Thanks!  Since I was nominated twice for the same blog I’m combining the two and instead of 5 for each I am just posting these wonderful sites.

Emergence - WWP 105

Emergence
The kitchen sink
Literally in it
Being lovingly bathed

In a grandmother’s home
Where everything was small
But was perceived a huge

Through my eyes
Concentrating on the hands
Holding me and the water

That for the life of me
I cannot recall
The face - was it you, Mother?

If so then that memory
Shall be gilded and treasured
Because it is the only one

I have of you before you left...
And didn’t return
How does one explain death

To a child who has yet
To form their own words
So close to the beginning...an end

JulesPaige/davh © May 14, 2012
Process notes: Life happens, please don't be sad for me - that was over 50 years ago. The prompt has allowed me to 'gild this memory'. http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/prompt-105-old-beginnings/