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.)
A rowboat is a useful thing,
to get from a to b, but should
you dream you are stranded
with only one oar,
in a cesspool of sharks,
then I’d say you are hardly
equipped to handle the situation,
but don’t bail –
all you can do is hang on
and wait for the cavalry
(or better yet, Coast Guard).
Remember, save the rowboat
for romantic sunset cruise –
along the shore is best –
or an afternoon of fishing;
better to travel in deeper waters
with a more fitting vessel.
(There, I think I am done. Â The NaPoWriMo challenge today is to write a dream interpretation for one or more objects listed, which wades into my interest zone. Â I’ll leave the audience alone now.)
A hammer is a driving thing,
as in driving home a point –
a moniker my husband bear’s
to depict his tenacious fight.
There’s hammer hold, and
hitting the nail on the head,
and “If I had a hammer” –
testimony to its symbolism.
A hammer, much like character,
is innocuous on its own, requires
willingness to wield, and practice
to perfect, but can be very useful.
A tool – not in the derogatory sense,
unless a dream assailant carries on
a relentless pursuit – a part of self
intent on breaking through walls.
So, should you dream of hammer –
not the M.C. kind – then ask yourself
these questions: Â Am I on point, or
are my efforts actually constructive?
(Kind of like me with this NaPoWriMo exercise, lol.)
A teacup is a social thing –
fits neatly in matching saucer,
requires raising of pinky finger,
prescribed by social etiquette.
Should it break or, heaven forbid,
spill – its fragile, china composure
spewing hot trails on white linens,
then disgrace could be the theme
which only matters if Victorian
protocols are the priority – perhaps
it’s time to question antiquated
expectations and purchase a mug.
(NaPoWriMo challenge today is to offer dream interpretation for a specific symbol. Â I’m afraid I might overdo this exercise, as I find it quite fun – so just ignore further posts on the subject.)
Tomorrow, like yesterday
fell out of step with today –
any gifting involved must
have taken place while I was
not looking –
that which gives me birth
also weakens me, or
perhaps, I should say,
what is taken is beyond us
Oh, such gibberish
that falls from my pen –
it seems the devil cries
when we fail to plan,
or is it that misfortune
avoids the procrastinators?
Seems I’m having trouble
articulating what I mean,
but I’m sure you’ll understand
that failure owes itself
to talons and curses, and
whatever you do, be sure
to fixate on the ass who
dropped this nonsense
in the first place.
(Today’s NaPoWriMo challenge asks us to turn common expressions upside down to see what emerges.)
Cooking challenges
are not for me –
inviting self-assured guests
to partake in my over-sized
oven-ready breasts –
show time!
Why should I
care about competition;
agree to act fancy,
ground myself down
with expectations?
I’d be afraid
my dependents
would run out from behind
my wings and topple
the repast before
it’s served up, along with
my reputation.
I have ample
bosom, but that doesn’t
mean I like to cook –
reservations are my specialty –
especially when fare tasters
speak Foodie
What kind of language
is that? Really?
I accept that I somehow
missed the gourmet gene,
that my home is not a
culniary castle;
would love to belong
to the fit and healthy
but renewal for me
is a place to lie my head,
having fun
horizontal.
(Image found on: Â gameofdiapers.com)
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