sunflower, watermelon, pool, in your eyes, clear skies, before the rain, margarita, hot sauce, zest for life, heavenly, sunshine, total eclipse, out of the blue, the whole enchilada, and yellow brick road
In your eyes I saw clear skies before the rain that day. All left at once out of the blue, the sunshine and the sunflower, too, the hot saucezest for life I knew. Our margarita laughing pool shut down. You went away.
There’s quicksand by the pearly gates for those who wander off the way, who love the breezy, sleazy mud. Then pleasure pops – another dud. On pins and needles now they say, “Let’s try again!” And there they stay.
The jack-o’-lantern’s hollow nose turned darkly down on Antique Rose. Its scornful eyes pierced Mistletoe. Its toothy mouth warned them to go: “It’s easy peasy in the street Where greens and pinks and yellows meet.” But pleasure wasn’t why they came. No morbid magic, flashing flame Could substitute for righteous light. They stood their ground, prepared to fight.
The jack-o’-lantern burnt all night.
Its pride at dawn collapsed within. Mistletoe knew they would win And so did joyful Antique Rose. Their faith like Mustard Seed’s still grows.
Dale offers the prompt “art for art’s sake” for this week’s Cosmic Photo Challenge looking for something “out of the ordinary, manufactured, morphed or manipulated”. These are the parts of fallen palm branches waiting by the road to be picked up as trash. I think they are out of the ordinary, but the only morphing I did was to crop out some of the photo and enhance the color and light.
Last Friday Linda Kruschke’s Paint Chip challenge was to write a one line poem along with at least two of the required words or phrases she selected from paint chip samples. I submitted the first line in the following poem using “bright idea”, “margarita” and “castle” from the list. Since one line didn’t seem enough I’ve added three more to this nonsense-or-not poem.
Some bright idea said, “Go swim beyond that margarita castle.” I knew I should and would, should I be good, but good was such a hassle. Now deep in hell the water’s – well, this margarita’s cooking. I do recall before my fall that castle was good looking.
Lisa Tomey announced that Heart Beats has been published. I have a poem in this anthology. I am grateful to her for accepting it.