Sunday, May 27, 2012

A Strange Bedfellow

The Tempest: Prospero, Miranda and Ariel, 1976, Rosemarie Beck

Tempest Tossed

“Misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the
dregs of the storm be past.” ~Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act II, Scene 2

Be careful of the too strong drink.
Beware the potent potable.
With just an innocent-like clink…?
Be careful of the too strong drink.
Strange bedfellows.  Nudge-nudge, wink-wink.
Potential here is notable:
Be careful of the too strong drink.
Beware the potent potable. 

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Notes:  Yes, it's another Triolet.  For the merry month of May.  (And yes, that rhymes.)  But anyway...the poem was inspired by the prompt of 'strange bedfellows,' thoughtfully provided for by Sunday Scribblings. Take that, Mickey Finn!

Looking in the Mirror

Image courtesy of Wendy's Life Changing Experiences

Characterization

I am a word, a phrase…grapheme*.
I’m my own special creation.
No matter how it all must seem
I am a word, a phrase…grapheme.
My face?  It mirrors self-esteem
without rationalization.
I am a word, a phrase…grapheme.
I’m my own special creation.

(*a written symbol that is used to represent speech)

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Notes: The form is Triolet.  The poem was inspired by the prompt of 'Walk of Life' from Poetic Bloomings.

Friday, May 25, 2012

At the Market at Ballybricken Green in Waterford, 1910

Image courtesy of Sepia Saturday

At the Market at Ballybricken Green in Waterford, 1910

The tea and coffee van is there.
A day at market.  Cattle roam.
There’s lots of people everywhere.
The tea and coffee van is there.
They’re serving cuppas in the square.
I like my tea with milky foam.
The tea and coffee van is there.
A day at market.  Cattle roam.

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Notes:  The poem's form is Triolet.  The photograph seen above is the prompt this week from Sepia Saturday.  They provide some really amazing antique and vintage photos for their prompts.