Category: creativity

Storms

More black than red,
blood gathers in the tube
puncturing the crux
of left elbow –

a drip, drip of saline
curtails effects of dehydration,
while the newly infused
Gravol spreads – a calm
settling nausea; I sigh

Tests indicate an invader –
infection toppling an already
fragile system, cannot afford
the onslaught..

Hours later, I lie watching
as a storm rages outside –
the sweltering heat
having peaked,
now clashing with
cooler air advancing

Partner tracks the weather
patterns on apps, alerts
me of approaching systems

but I don’t need technology
am feeling resonance with
nature’s thunderous fracas.

(Today’s prompts are as follows:  Fandango’s One Word Challenge is curtail,
Ragtag Community’s offering is trace, and Daily Addictions is afford.)

Photo is from personal collection.  With the help of wonder drugs, I am at home recuperating.)

Fizzled Out

Let’s resurrect the fireworks
pretend we’re young again

we laugh to hide the sorrow
the ludicrousness of it all

reliability applicable only
to sentiments, little else

post surgeries, chronic
illness and radiation’s turn

fireworks are for the young,
we agree returning to our screens.

(We’ll blame this poem on the prompts of the day:  Fandango’s: fireworks, Ragtag Communities: resurrect, and Daily Addictions: reliable.)

Fisherman’s Wharf

Viewed from the shelter
of Fog Harbour’s luxury,
Pier 39, a serene snapshot

vessels tethered silently
waiting, a single gull
bobbing nonchalantly by

sea-inspired dishes satiate
appetites, as we ponder
the legacy of Alcatraz

watch the ferries line up,
load up and slip away –
robotic whale-like rhythm

on a far dock, a gigantic
mass of darkened bodies
indiscernible from this height

the pungency of their odour
and discordant bray of roars
unavailable from our perch

afterwards, we will join
the serried rank of onlookers
attempt to determine who

is gawking at whom –
the oily swarm of lazy flesh
or the camera-toting fans

fulfilling our contract
as tourists, memorializing
San Francisco’s wonder.

(Daily Addictions prompt is gigantic, Fandango’s word of the day: contract , Ragtag Community has offered serried.  Image is from personal collection:  Pier 39, Fisherman’s Wharf, SF)

Speak No Evil

Suspect
these sentiments,
gnarled and ungrateful,
only serve to tip the scale
in favour of cynicism

have, therefore,
decided on self-
imposed quarantine;
will be keeping thoughts
to myself, thank you.

Suffice to say
that having confronted
multiple betrayals,
and insurmountable
heartache, all pointing

vile accusations
at a lack of discernment,
and questionable self-worth,
I am currently not imbibing
romantic dribble –

Oh, dear! I’ve said too much.

(Inspired by the daily promptings of: Fandango (suspect), Ragtag Community (scale), Daily Addictions (intimidate), and Sammi Cox’ Weekend Writing Prompt (quarantine).

Image produced by yours truly.)

Ice Cream Challenge

Ice
cream,
an indulgence
inspired by summer’s
heat – cool mouthfuls
creamy sweetness melting
ecstasy – torture for those
whose systems cannot cope
lactose intolerance condemning
sideline drooling – until
manufacturers develop
alternatives –
coconut bliss
and soya
so good –
kudos
to
non-dairy treats.

(Thank you to Fandango for kudos, Daily Addictions for cope, and Ragtag Daily prompt for indulgence.)

 

Invader

Crumbs seductively line
Corian countertops –
abundance for flies,
I understand

It’s a trap!
I’d warn, but
buzz is not a language
familiar to my tongue

temper unsuited
to accommodating pests –
we navigate an end
to the ensuing discomfort

fly doomed,
my senses rattled
effort now exerted
to vanquish crumbs.

(Inspired by the daily prompts of Fandango (temper), Daily Addictions (Abundant), and Ragtag (navigate). Thanks for stopping by.)