Hand Candy Smooth ribbed slabs red, yellow, blue peel apart don't mix red yellow, blue Sniff clay smell squeeze, press, roll make a ball watch what you know to do Plunge in thumb pinch up, up round, around fingertips grow a pot Roll through palms dangle log sausage, rope coil in mat plate, vase, cup… Continue reading Hand Candy
V is for … Wide mouth perpetually agape I lie here in the dark and wait for drawer to open your warm fingers, thumb to take me up, align my four incisors with the soft and toothsome zinc then squeeze… Oh ecstasy! The sweet surrender of malleable metal to my mouth More – I want… Continue reading V is for …
Withdrawal White journals empty calendars all quiet bland, proper house January sober. I need chocolate! © January 2012, by Violet Nesdoly ********************** This poem started out trying to be about something new, as inspired by Adele Kenny's Happy New Year prompt. But it insisted on whining and begging, so I let it.
Shopping Tis the season to be shopping at the mall to find the sales clicking online fill the mails either way ex- pensive tales. © 2011 by Violet Nesdoly ************** Here is my today's poem for my personal poem-a-day challenge for November. I haven't quite kept up, I'm afraid, with poems missing for a few… Continue reading Shopping
Siren Mall Come on down have a good time here come, love the store Shop with confidence buy more, save more Buy two or more save the tax Get exactly what they need (first 5000 get a free poster) Visit Listen online Phone Leave us a message be smart with it bring it on call… Continue reading Siren Mall
What they wore Magnolia's wedding gown was French satin with a veil of lacy water parsnip. The Rose sisters classic suits were tailored pink jersey. Aliums chose ruffled sundresses of yellow lawn. Love-in-a-mist was crisp and cool in blue seersucker. But the Pansies in their elegant but flirty little black satins stole the show. By… Continue reading What They Wore
I am rays of forsythia to winter-weary yard I am sunbeams of pansies, dafs and tulips. I am basket of gold spilling over rock wall and bright dandelions decorating ditches. I’m a riot of broom along ocean cliffs in spring and in summer a hedge of ochre tansy. In the fall I am rippling field… Continue reading Yellow
Regular, please I feel the press I need the perc I have the grounds and think I've urned a dark-roast brew and now will break with you and cake. © 2011 by Violet Nesdoly ********************* In a fun prompt at Tweetspeak Poetry, we were challenged to photograph something that cost $.99 and then write a… Continue reading Regular, please
Changing of the Wardrobe Goodbye my sturdy jeans that cling like sweat in summer heat. Auf Wiedersehen my turtlenecks snow drifts of fuzzy sweaters So long my wooly winding scarves uniform of leather gloves and fleece-lined walking boots Farewell my pantyhose I’m leaving for a tan Au revoir you lush buffet of purple velour and… Continue reading Changing of the wardrobe
Key Not off-key, answer key or low key I’m talking about your common house key, car key file cabinet, mailbox or luggage key the flat metal kind with intelligent ridges ground into its blade The kind of key you keep with others on the little flashlight key-ring next to the fob that makes your car… Continue reading Key
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