Sunday, January 25, 2015


Microbes/Sewage, 2014…Author: Sustainable Sanitation Alliance.  This file is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.  Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.  

Salmonella – what a fella!
He went viral with Rubella
on the YouTube site ‘Infective.’
Are you sick?  That’s their objective.
E. Coli’s best friend is Crypto.
They both never walk on tiptoe
when your system’s ineffective.
Are you sick?  That’s their objective.
Pseudomonas, Fungi, MRSA -
they’re another gang.  A curse, a
blight, a pestilence collective.
Are you sick?  That’s their objective.
Salmonella – what a fella!
Are you sick?  That’s their objective.


Notes:  The form is Kyrielle Sonnet.  I came across the above graphic, and it just seemed to lend itself to this poem instantly. 

Saturday, January 24, 2015

A Toast to Socks

The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes...from A Song of Sixpence by Walter Crane, 1909.
Image is courtesy of Wikimedia Commons.  Public Domain.

Just Plain Wrong

“Never put a sock in a toaster.” ~Eddie Izzard

I sniff and smell a thing that’s burnt.
The scent is bad.  I haven’t learnt
that socks just simply don’t belong
in things like toasters. Just plain wrong.
It’s just that my toes feel like ice,
and toasty socks would be quite nice!
I should have known this all along:
No socks in toasters.  Just plain wrong.         
But if I’d put my toes inside
the toaster…well…my hide’d be fried.
A sock plus toaster? My torch song.
No socks in toasters.  Just plain wrong.
I sniff and smell a thing that’s burnt
in things like toasters. Just plain wrong. 


The poetic form is Kyrielle Sonnet.  I happened to see the above quote (which is serving as my epigraph here) and it just conjured up some funny mental images.  My imagination was ignited, so to speak, and thus a poetic conflagration ensued.

Wednesday, January 21, 2015


A woodcut of the ruins of Kildare Cathedral, c. 1835.  Anonymous - The Penny Magazine of the Society for the Diffusion of Useful Knowledge. Vol. 4. 11 July 1835. London.  Courtesy of Wikimedia Commons. Public domain.


“Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.” ~Gustave Flaubert

Amidst these ruins, I can see
a ghost who quite impossibly
still hints that I will somehow find
a love whom I’d once left behind.
I won’t believe this ghost.  But then,
I’m more concerned with now; not when.
Still…maybe it’s my state of mind:
A love that I’d once left behind?
My thoughts might haunt me, as they may,
but in these ruins, thoughts don’t weigh
much more than leaves with wind entwined
for love.  I've left regret behind.
Amidst these ruins, I can see
a love; but love was left behind.


Notes: The form is Kyrielle Sonnet.  The poem was inspired by both the above artwork and the above quote.  It was posted on Poetic Asides today, since their Wednesday prompt theme is, "State of the ..."  
I would also like to add that the poem is merely a creation; that is, the words came to mind to form the poem, and they do not have any real life bearing on me or my past, although I suppose in an alternative universe, it could have happened that way.

Friday, June 14, 2013

Ghosts in Plumage

Ziegfeld Girl 'Rose Delores' - by Alfred Cheney Johnston, ca 1920;
image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Ghosts with Plumage

With elegant, bedazzling chic
they sweep the stage in plumed mystique
each draped in glitter, sequins, pearls…
they are the ghosts of Follies girls.

Like birds of paradise, in hues
of plum, cerulean, chartreuse,
they captivate the dukes and earls…
they are the ghosts of Follies girls.
They’re statuesque; they’re full of grace;
‘though time’s moved on, there’s still a trace
of perfume, rouge and silken curls…
they are the ghosts of Follies girls.

At old show houses, you might chance
to catch the swirl of spectral dance.
Chorines' drift by in steps and twirls…
they are the ghosts of Follies girls.

With elegant, bedazzling chic…
they are the ghosts of Follies girls.


Notes: The form is Kyrielle Sonnet.  

The poem was prompted by the Thirty by Thirty Challenge theme of 'plum.'  

Going on from there, I searched for a plum (or even a plumage) quote to use as a possible epigraph, and found this: "I always loved fish for the colors and birds for the plumage.  In the same way, I loved those women of the cabaret.  They were birds of paradise," by Christien Louboutin.  I realized that his quote is really about true cabaret performers, so I didn't use it per se, but somehow, my mind made the leap to the Sondheim musical Follies, and hence Ghosts in Plumage.

Wednesday, June 12, 2013

It's a Puzzlement...and so much more...

Caïn venant de tuer son frère Abel, by Henry Vidal in Tuileries Garden in Paris, France, a photograph by Alex E. Proimos, image found at Wikimedia Commons

More Bewildered Than Ever

“The more you explain it, the more I don’t understand it.” ~Mark Twain

You really tend to obfuscate
and also circumnavigate
whatever points you try to make.
I’m so confused, for heaven’s sake.

Just tell it to me plain, I beg.
You disregard.  Instead, you segue
into more purple tosh. Headshake.
I’m mystified, for heaven’s sake.

I wonder if you truly know
of what you speak, but even so
the way you say it?  Too opaque.
I’m so perplexed, for heaven’s sake.

I guess it doesn’t matter if
you speak in English or in glyph,
I will not understand your take.
I just give up, for heaven’s sake.


Notes:  The form is Kyrielle (with a tiny bit of modification.)  The poem was inspired by the theme of 'more' at Khara House's 30 by 30 Challenge.  

And.. if you are looking for a really fun form, check out Poetic Bloomings' In-form Poet page.  Today's form is the 'Appreciate.'

Monday, June 10, 2013

The Emerald City and Other Green Tales

Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons

Shades of Green-ish

Some idioms make use of green
like green with envy or green light
or l’il green apples…what I mean
is green-eyed monsters can ignite
a green-list poem.  So, I’ll write
about green thumbs, ka-ching! (green stuff) –
Just hope I don’t sound green or trite.
Regarding green: can’t get enough.

A hedge between keeps friendships green,
but green around the gills?  You’re ill.
So now, let’s talk of hue:  you’ve seen,
no doubt, some shades like shamrock, dill,
pistachio and olive. Still…
want more?  Try forest, honeydew,
chartreuse, a newly-minted bill…
You get the gist.  Now let’s do blue.


Notes:  The form is Huitain.  You can find out more about it at The Poets Garret.  Today's Thirty by Thirty Challenge is, as you probably guessed, 'green.'  I love prompts that have to do with color, so this was a lot of fun for me.  

As an aside, you might think that, for inspiration, I am listening to music by Green Day or maybe even the soundtrack from The Wizard of Oz (and yes, I do love both, actually!) but oddly enough, I am not.  Instead, I'm listening to Ghost Town.  Last night, I took my daughter to see them (along with some other great bands) at the Stone Pony in Asbury Park.  My daughter was in total heaven, which was very cool.  But interestingly enough, one of Ghost Town's songs is titled Zombie Girl.  And since zombies fairly often are depicted as being kind of green - well - there you are!  

Be green.