The Acorn’s Wish

The acorn doesn’t worry much.
It wants to be a tree.
But if it feels a squirrel’s touch,
Then lucky squirrel. Its wish comes true
To run the way that squirrels do,
But on some other tree.

 


Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Mish with the prompt to write from nature’s point of view.

My Balloon Knows Best

Balloon says, “Stop! Don’t let me pop!
It’s wonderful today!”
I don’t know. This wind has so
Confused my once clear way.

“See those skies? Let me rise,
Vanishing toward Sun
Who’ll hold me still, do what he will
Until his will is done.

 


Linked to dVerse Quadrille Monday hosted by WhimsyGizmo with prompt word “balloon”.
Photo: “Sky and Birds” by the author.

Circling

Hypnotize me as you will.
My mind is out of reach
Like water leaves a lake until
It runs upon some beach.

It wants that sand on solid land.
It’s carried back from shore
To circle and not understand
Why it does not need more.


Linked to Saturday’s Image Write #8 hosted by Bekkie Sanchez.
The animated GIF of shapes and colors is by Bekkie Sanchez. See other animation mandalas and kaleidoscopes by her on Google+.

Sully Award

HeyLookAWriterFellow has announced the First Annual Sully Award for Excellence in Writerishness on March 21st.  I saw the announcement of the award on Jane Dougherty’s blog.  To enter you have to announce the Sully Award in your blog (which I am doing now) and you have to enter a piece of prose under 200 words in the comment section of his blog (which I plan to do shortly).

Check it out.  You might like it.

Here’s my entry, written long ago.  It is three chapters from an imaginary book that I dream of calling Georgette’s Songs.


 

Chapter M: At the Roqetscienski’s Backyard Party

“What’s Robert telling those kids, Martha?”

By the swing set, they could hear Robert’s voice rise, “…and then there was a BIG BANG!”

“Oh. He’s telling them his version of the creation of the universe.”

When the kids settled, he leaned in toward them and whispered, “And God said, ‘Oops.'”

 

Chapter M + 1: Another Way the Universe Might Have Started

Kathy’s six-year-old Billy sat by her. She whispered, “What was that crazy Dr. Roqetscientski telling you by the swing set?”

Billy shook his head and giggled.

“You can tell me.”

Billy refused.

“Whisper it in my ear.”

Billy spoke into her ear, “He said God pooped out the universe.”

 

Chapter M + 2: Still Another Way the Universe Might Have Started

“Robert Roqetscienski told your son that God pooped out the universe.”

“No! Even Robert’s not that stupid. Billy probably misunderstood.”

“You need to talk to your son.” Kathy told her husband.

“Hell, I don’t know how it started.”

Before bed, Billy’s father reasoned, “It might have been only a fart.”

Cornered Again in My Dreams

My monsters have me cornered.
There’s nothing I can do,
But they’re so jumbly juicy
My teeth would gnaw them, too.

I’d like one buttered up to bite
While thinking thoughts real deep
So people think the stuff I write
Need not put them to sleep.

Oh, sure, I do get sleepy,
But they are getting near.
Monsters, monsters everywhere!
I’m cornered. They are here.


Linked to dVerse Open Link Night hosted by Grace.
For a future collection of nonsense called “Monsters, Monsters Everywhere and Not a Bite to Eat”.
Photo: “Fenced In or Out” by the author.

Flood

I’d rather be up here somewhere
Than in that river rushing on,
Dissolving tears without a care
And draining hope till it has gone.

With hope removed, sent off to sea,
The body stumbles far behind,
Soon mindless without misery,
A plaything for some nymph to find.


Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Paul Dear with the theme “The River”.

Homemade Apple Strudel

This meal is a myth of partial perspectives. In one, my head peaks over the table and tries to pull the dough of the apple strudel to make sure some of it stretches over the edge proving that the dough was perfectly kneaded. In another I am taller placing apple slices carefully side by side. In a later one I help my mother knead the dough and my father peel and slice the apples while my siblings sprinkle on raisins.

In all of these there is the common perspective of the fork cutting a warm slice of apple strudel on a plate with ice cream. After having children of my own I understand how they must have enjoyed watching us help make and then eat this dessert which, as far as I can remember, was the meal.

After many years my sisters and I tried to make that meal for them one holiday afternoon when we were all together again since it was not something they did anymore, while there was still time. We read our mother’s handwritten recipe card and she explained what parts we could ignore and what we needed to add that she did not clearly write down. We could not get the dough as large as any of us remembered it being. We realized that none of us were as picky as we used to be with how apple slices should be placed. In the end, it tasted OK without reaching the level of mythic perfection we expected, but we think they enjoyed watching us try.

CHILDREN’S TINY HANDS
SPRING WARMS MEMORIES AGAIN
PARENTS WATCHING ON


Linked to dVerse Haibun Monday hosted by Toni Spencer.