Strange Metamorphosis

The world is ending. 

Hard to accept 

The world is looking 

Kafkaesque, and 

Its course is getting 

Coarser. 

 

Will cockroaches overrun

Once microbes are done?

 

The world is ending.

 

Except, not now.

So let’s linger

Over a cold brew,

Talk ’til it’s all gone. 

brown wooden chairs and table
Photo by Anastasia Shuraeva on Pexels.com

Another quadrille for DVerse, plus I’m responding to FOWC and MLMM’s Saturday Mix: Double Take. Also, there’s something about those chairs and the focus of that photo that I really like. 

An Important Question

Today’s FOWC and MVB prompts, Scrumptious and Yogurt, fit together well. When I eat in the morning, I usually like to eat yogurt with fruit and cereal. The hard part is writing a poem about that, especially one that is not inane. Sharing with the Writers’ Pantry because why not?


Sunlight through the window
Wakes me from night’s sleeping,
Question after coffee
Maker starts its brewing:
What to eat this morning?

What to eat this morning?
What’s scrumptious to my taste?
Yogurt in a big bowl
With berries — do not waste
Them! — crunchy cereal.

Waking Happily

Today I found a new challenge for the month of February: Paula Light had the great idea to observe the “month of lurve” by posting about one thing we love every day.

It is not my birthday; I’m just trying to make today fun! Happy birthday if it is your birthday. 🙂

Here is a poem I wrote this morning that relates to this photo, as I have a propensity to write about almost everything:

“Arise and shine, ” the alarm blares,
And I return to my warm bed,
To fall back in dreams, without cares.

“Arise and shine,” coaxes the sun,
Stepping slowly into my room:
“Do not miss goodness; it’s begun.”

“Arise and shine,” cries the coffee,
As I carry it in a cup:
A taste of day, quietly friendly. 

(Dis)obedience

For this week’s paint-chip poetry, Linda wants us to choose only 2 or 3 paint chips and to write a tanka. The theme is “obedience.” I actually obeyed that, at least mostly. 🙂 I tried to make it funny, or at least punny.



Disobedience:
I will not make lemonade
From lemons — I’ll make
Coffee, eggs sunny-side up:
Since I’m going to break, fast!

A Trick of the Light

For DVerse Poetics, we are writing about folly, and for Tourmaline’s Halloween challenge, I included the word “trick.” I hope it’s acceptable that my subject matter has nothing to do with anything creepy. I was also inspired by FFFC #89, the picture below. Picture by Renate Vanaga at Unsplash.

Is it a trick of the light?
No, those two are smiling,
Laughing, hands clasped
Relaxing face to face, not
Mindful of the slightest folly.

This seems like a dream:
No unhappiness are they seeing,
Leaving at home their masks,
Relaxing with no trace of
Fear, not even of honesty.

Raspberry Scones and Black Coffee

This is for DVerse Poetics and also fits FOWC: Uncertain. I don’t usually write in this style, so I am uncertain if I did it right! This was inspired by not only the prompt itself but also the fact that Sanaa, who hosted the DVerse prompt today, was “serving” raspberry scones and coffee. So, just about anything can inspire a poem for me. 🙂


Such luscious fruit —
And the sweet morsels crumble
Against my tongue — it mixes
With the strength of bitterness,
The full-bodied
Flavor of an undiluted brew:

Such passionate intensity —
I experience uncertainty,
Though the flavors do not duel
But combine, in a fashion
More sublime than either alone.

Strawberries, Daisies, Bellis Perennis, Summer, Color
found on pixabay

Virtual and Mental Labyrinths

Today for FDDA, Fandango asks us to write about our daily routine. This is, thankfully, not a comprehensive list of what occupies my days! I’m posting this at the end of the day, so it might be too late.


These COVID times I daily find
My joy in staying mostly home.
I can’t find work of any kind,
So internet is where I roam.
I wander corridors of my mind
Soon to compose another poem.
To help me through I drink coffee —
Pandemic of insanity!