You, crowing about
the fierceness of tomorrow
Your rantings about reverberations and rust
have no traction with me
Your heart has become an emporium
for intergenerational fears
A blue-eyed squall whose attempts
to make me dizzy only fail
Do not try to distract me
with your new saffron colored underwear
or tendrils of a new weave
I will remain up
I will not flinch
Hey, nice earrings
~ J. D. Mackenzie
(inspired by Catherine's Day 22 NaPoWriMo prompt, Wordle)
I especially like the end line. :-)
ReplyDeleteIt's like a man is talking to his wife
ReplyDeleteoh!But ...hell,it is good..
man,I liked it!
A blue eyed squall...wow...and who attempts to make you dizzy...really enjoyed it
I think the starting of the poem maintains the touch till the end:)
WOW! The whole idea of "intergenerational fears" will haunt me the rest of the day, JD! Thanks! Have a splendid day!
ReplyDeleteHaunting is a good description. Nicely turned phrases - daunting, actually - with a complete shift in tone with your last line!
ReplyDeleteJDM,
ReplyDeleteLove the ending! Quite a surprise.
Pamela
blue-eyed squall...wow!...and, yes, that last line!
ReplyDeleteThose earrings really pull the ensemb together, don't they?
ReplyDeleteJDM, great poem, appears like penned with so much ease. And the last line ofcourse!
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