With Relish

I am not your sweetheart,
my love is savory,
there is a bite to it.

But oooh baby,

this is the spice of life. 

With this poem I am really playing it again.  I have taken an old poem and heavily edited it to fit into Mama Zen’s request to have us write a Twitter Poem in one of her “Words Count” prompts.  And a Twitter Poem, despite the techy name, is just a poem brief enough to fall at or below Twitter's tweet limit of 140 characters.
Sorry, I forgot to link IGRT, where Margaret asked us to "Play it Again" by using a previous writing prompt.

Lucky Strike

     Image by R.A.D. Stainforth 

I remember

gentle pressure of your lips.

Friction, spark, fire:

you ignite,

I burn.

But that’s past.

Turns out the brass ring

was only smoke.

A stale future

permeates my clothes and hair.

Ashes,ashes,we all fall down.

Check out more responses to the picture by R.A.D. Stainforth at The Mag weekly, online writing prompt provided by Tess Kincaid.

Another Triolet

I lower the shutters behind my eyes

so no one can see what’s missing,

blindly beguiled by a clever disguise.

I lower the shutters behind my eyes

and hold your attention between my thighs

with wine, cabaret and kissing.

I lower the shutters behind my eyes

so no one can see what’s missing.




This triolet is exactly 55 words, so I offer it to FF55 where G-man offers, and asks for 55 words about anything at all.  The triolet is a short poem of eight line with only two rhymes used throughout.  The first line is repeated in the fourth and seventh lines; the second line is repeated in the final line.  This gives a deceptively simple appearance: ABaAbAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines.  

Top 10 and Tangle

Top 10 Juvenile Comments I Feel Compelled to Inflict on You:

     1.  I had the strangest dream…

     2.   It’s raining men, and I slipped and fell in a big puddle

     3.  What happens when you REALLY have nothing to wear

     4.  This would be way more fun if I could still feel my legs

     5.  Who farted?

     6.  Aren't you glad you use Dial?  Don’t you wish everybody did?

     7.  Sw-e-e-e-e-t dreams

     8.  Yes, I AM the center of it all

     9.  Where’s Waldo? 

     10. Careful, don’t mess up my hair!


      Just in case you wanted to hear the song click here: It's Raining Men!

Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system.  Which is your favorite?  Do you have one of your own?  :o)

And now for something completely different:

 Tangle

There is more

than sex and death,

black and white

There is

the smooth, firm curve of grey,

with infinite points along 

the cusp

This is where we live -
in the tangle,

amid agony that may

(at any moment)

reveal 
bliss

The image and more responses to it can be found at The Mag.  This is also linked to Poets United.

On Time and Space

A fixed point

cannot be altered,

but with a wrinkle

of fabric

parallel lines intersect

between you and me

Image by design-char.com


This is posted at dVerse Poets Poets for their writing prompt about undercurrents.

Secret Smile

Ohhhh Mona

you sweet, sweet thing;

who put that smile on your face?

Ermmm… right, that would be

Leo.

He put the smile on your face

and the twinkle in your eye,

with a turn of his wrist

and the soft tickle of

his well-placed brush stroke.

He is truly an old master.

55 foolish words for G-Man and his collection of 55 word long gems over at Mr. Knowitall: Friday Flash 55. Click on the link to see 'em all in one swell foop!

Image from google