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.)
Tag: funny
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.
The Queen Is Missing
She’s not in the kitchen
presiding over preparations,
thriving amidst the chatter,
tutting away thieving fingers.
She’s not in the classroom,
mastering subjects,
upholding order,
ruling with charitable hand.
Nor is she at social affairs,
head bent in rapt attention,
smiling cordially,
gracious with compassion.
The Queen is missing –
the poise and composure
that marked her carriage
has vanished without a trace.
Don’t ask the old woman
tottering down the lane,
stooped and stumbling –
she’s not all there.
Her mind’s a trickster,
her ego a petulant child,
unwilling to concede wrong –
she’s merely the court jester.
(The Queen is Missing first appeared August of 2015.)
Herding Cats
One a Tom –
night prowler,
elusive schemer –
renders me sleepless.
Another, pampered,
a diva demanding,
high anxiety to boot –
makes me crazy.
Third, a trickster,
stays out of sight
and then springs –
keeps me on my toes.
This raising children,
like herding cats –
next to impossible,
and I’m allergic.
(A light-hearted poem in response to Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? Challenge: featured image.)
Oh Woe, Oh Why?
Why must I suffer acne still?
What trick of fate, whose wily will?
I am too far over the hill,
refuse to take a teenage pill,
must be this state of chronic ill.
(A funny ditty for Dark Side Of the Moon’s Whyquain challenge. I might have taken liberties with the form, but it was fun to write.)
Kindergarten Pie
Take a classroom of five-year-olds –
nimble-footed, names unintelligible –
add a dozen runny noses
and three boo-boos
and one unfortunate ‘accident’.
Introduce a teacher –
holiday hazed and overtired –
mix with a controversial curriculum,
a dash of micromanaging parents,
and splash of report cards due.
Blend cautiously,
taking care that all ingredients remain
in the bowl…er…classroom…
Bake for five days,
cool over the weekend.
(I taught Kindergarten for a day and still have nightmares about it, lol. To all the primary teachers out there – I am not worthy. You are amazing. Poem inspired by a recent dream, and written in the spirit of this week’s challenge: recipe. Challenge is open all week – would love it if you joined in.)
Implications of a Wink
A wink?
Seriously?
Am I meant to smile
in conspiratorial culpability,
was that a Colgate
bright teeth,
complete with chime
wink, or…
a big bad wolf,
I’m coming to get you
later wink, or…
hand-in-cookie-jar,
you didn’t see this –
in which case,
I wink.
(Written for dVerse‘s quadrille night – a poem in 44 words – with the prompt, wink; and for Ragtag Community’s, chime.)
