,,,Orphaned Commas,,,

A (captain?) crunch of numb-

ness, not numbers, silly; don't you

know I'm a poet? No, numb

 

words dilute this page, lame

words, so terse, like, ugh, "it"

rains orphaned commas ,,,,,

that won't cooperate, no,,,,,

 

They jump around like love-

less passion, horny college

coeds, bed-to-bed, hmm,

want some humble pie?

 

Ask an English teacher

about commas; less drama

will occur when you concur,

the numbness on the screen

will dissipate when those

crappy commas find their place.

 

 

~~

 

Poetry inspirations~

Poetry Jam: Usual/Unusual

3WW: cooperate, lame, terse

PU Verse First: Passion

 

Bye-Bye

Not to be Reproduced, 1937 by the Belgian surrealist René Magritte
Pic prompt courtesy of The Mag 161

You reproduced our vows,

and try to seek forgiveness now?

 

The lies you left behind

tattooed within my mind,

 

written on the face you hid

in another woman's bed.

 

Your image just an echo,

a double-vision foe.

 

All I want to see

as you walk away from me

 

is the back of your greasy head.

 

 

A Loving Tribute

In memory of a cherished friend,
a heart balloon with "You are loved" written on it,
 sent heavenward.

Has it really been five years?

Pow! Pow! A neighbor's gun.

 

Has it really been five years?

Ring! Ring! A life-changing call.

 

Has it really been five years?

Flash! Flash! Nightmarish visions.

 

Has it really been five years?

Swoosh! Swoosh! Peaceful waves.

 

Has it really been five years?

Chirp! Chirp! Loving reminders.

 

~~

 

Gone, but never forgotten

Healed, but forever scarred

R.I.P. My dear friend, Mary

3-22-08

 

Country Dancing

How many pairs of Ropers did she wear out?

Wrangler jeans and stylish shirts

the city girl stepped into for wild nights

of country dancing and beer,

two-stepping 'round and 'round

the floor, a slide there, a dip and twirl (careful!)

sometimes jitterbug, if she was lucky

enough to find a willing partner, a hug.

 

Waltzing, one, two, three; next, polka,

working up a sweat, a need to drink

more beer while Top-40 played

its turn a break in stride, back

in time for line dancing to begin,

then two-step, waltz and polka

jitterbug, if she was lucky, a flip.

Over and over, the cycle continued

up to 2 a.m.- - closing time.

 Again and again,

a buzzing whirl;
no mistake, 

a downward

spin.

 

*

 

Prompt inspiration: Poetry Jam~ Dance
3WW- careful, hug, mistake

Diamonds

Meal Beach, Burra Isles, Shetland by Robin Gosnall
Photo prompt courtesy of The Mag 159

diamonds dance on clear water, 

the sun sparkles

like a ballerina on stage

 

A Cure for Anxiety

Watch the light transfer

colors explode, begin to dance

across the beige carpet

up the walls like a doodle

waltzing on the ceiling

and back down again

hypnotizing, calming.

A rainbow awaits: follow it.

No need to grope for peace,

let the prism's magnificence

wipe away brutal fear.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Think of nothing

but the light,

the colors

now.

 

.

**

 

Inspiration:

Poetry Jam ~ Prisms

3WW ~ brutal, grope, transfer

PU~ Verse First: The Cure