Humour – Page 5 – One Woman's Quest

Chagrin

Rehearse my role –
charm-school warmth
intellect engaged,
an air of mystique –

Tongue trips
brain backfires
a fool emerges
chagrinned again.

(Tuesday I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. In this case, edited. Image my own.)

Speed Dating

Fast-paced
moving targets
explosions
and obstacles –
a gamer’s rendition
of the quest for love.

(Tuesday is borrow from Twitter day. My words. My account: @Vjknutson. My image.)

Shameless

Words seduce –
I respond
with alacrity

Tingling fire
infatuated
as I am –

Creativity’s whore.

(Tuesday’s Twitter day. Visit me @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)

To Catch a Thief

Intrusion’s clatter
peaks adrenaline – armed
I investigate
encounter winsome smile –
masked bandit, unabashed.

(For Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt: winsome. Image from personal collection.)

Victim

Can’t take responsibility
for what gets laundered here
my vehicle has no steering wheel

I am merely seeking understanding –
comfort, like support shoes –
and I get flack, indifference
slapping me in the face.

Why did I put myself in this position –
revert back to old ways, think
I was destined for anything
but penniless devotion –

should have been a nun.

(Image from personal collection.)

Egg-Faced

A morsel of truth
and I am off
like White Rabbit

chasing meaning,
convinced that intellect
is just the tool I need

to decode the mystery –
bruises testament to
holes I’ve climbed out of.

Grownup?

Armed with plans
and guidelines, we
ready for life’s climb,
unaware that childhood,
untamed and intact,
takes the lead.

Mallard

In Mallard’s wake woe –
with clipped wings, I watch and yearn
for Winter sojourn.
(For Granny Shot It’s Bird of the Day, and RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: wake/wail)

Looks Matter

Like Mary Quant
sister had the look –

groomed in etiquette,
poise and fine dining

while my boyish antics
merited mixology prep

one destined for the catwalk
the other a life of servitude

She was swank,
I was bistro.

(Image from personal collection)

Aspire to transcend,
reach higher consciousness,
like a lotus rising out of muck –
but grace and virtue elude me,
more mud hen than delicate flower,
lack the subtleties of enlightenment –
spiritually inept.