April 22

of Fortune Cookies, Jargon, and Flowers.

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The prompts were of jargon, fortune cookies, and flowers.

Main Street Café

The wide eyed owl sat atop the generator.
He absconded upwind as our eyes met.
I squandered the chance for photos.

The boy with the clove cigarettes
Was indeed a miraculous dunderhead.
The video cyclops captured his willowy frame
As it shifted in mercurial fashion
His shoes kicking dried seaweed to the gutter.

The non-pareil artillery patrolled
As I salted my cheese and truffles.
The general’s ego had launched
His rodomontade apparent.

The elusive cowbird circled
The ceiling fan, escaping twice
The broomstick attacks
Of the curly haired svelte boy
Who glanced biliously at the quahogs
Floating in their tank.

Unfortunate Cookies

You are what you are.
A boring life awaits.
You are going to die.

You were just overcharged.
The soup is poisoned.
Beware the day old sushi.

Victory

Four years ago I planted
Sprigs of rainbowed greens,
My personal victory garden.
A touch of every color
Celebrating a life renewed.
The plot is overrun today,
A sea of green gone wild
Purple flowers dot the scene
As ivy climbs the house.
Indeed the victory is keen
To rear its pretty head.
“I am alive today”, it screams
“I’m grateful I’m not dead.”
Some sprigs of growth
To remind me daily
That transforming are we both.

 
© 2013 D.L. Lang

These poems were published as a part of Abundant Sparks. Dig it? Grab the book:


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Posted 04/22/2013 by Diana L. Lang in category "Poetry