Oh my in the airport here I do restlessly sit For passing faces I try to keep about me my remaining wit Nothing now can possibly aggravate In this avalanche of emotion impossible to articulate Thoughts and more thoughts float gurgle bad bubble Need a cuppa chamomile tea to settle racing mind trouble Instead will think of lace pretty Chantilly And put all scurrying thoughts contained in a silo A silo of silence covered with a tangle of sparkly tinsel -OH I must now stop Poeming because here now I go!
I have the wit of an Erudite, fast and quick remarked He gives me the adreniline rush of an avalache, exciting and crazy The story starts at the age of four His curly hair shined like tinsle on a Christmas tree My brown hair, long like Reprunzle, got tangled. Before we sat in silence On that stair. I said "Hello, would you care To be my friend?" There is where the jouney began Paving the road to our teenhood Always caring for each other Like a little sister for an older brother No aggivation, But if you would count not wanting to leave And begging your mom for a few more minutes, Than yes there was aggrivation. Now him, with the tinsle hair and the avalnche adrenile And I with the wit Smile at each other No words need to be spoken To know how we feel.
Jane Shlensky, what happened to your "Blunderbus" piece? It came to my email inbox as a post, but now that I want to comment, I don't see it here.
Anyway, I loved this piece! What fun! Love the way you relayed the memories, and especially loved the wordbump of "bungler" and "blunder" in the end. :)
Sorry, De, but the system wouldn't allow me to post here with my story. Too long, I guess, even though it's only about 800 words. So here it is on Two Voices, One Song. Enjoy.
Oh my in the airport here I do restlessly sit
ReplyDeleteFor passing faces I try to keep about me my remaining wit
Nothing now can possibly aggravate
In this avalanche of emotion impossible to articulate
Thoughts and more thoughts float gurgle bad bubble
Need a cuppa chamomile tea to settle racing mind trouble
Instead will think of lace pretty Chantilly
And put all scurrying thoughts contained in a silo
A silo of silence covered with a tangle of sparkly tinsel -OH
I must now stop Poeming because here now I go!
Should have read "and bubble"
ReplyDelete:) Cute, Pearl. Sounds like some fun's a-brewin'. Have a wonderful day, and a safe flight.
ReplyDeleteI have the wit of an Erudite, fast and quick remarked
ReplyDeleteHe gives me the adreniline rush of an avalache, exciting and crazy
The story starts at the age of four
His curly hair shined like tinsle on a Christmas tree
My brown hair, long like Reprunzle, got tangled.
Before we sat in silence
On that stair.
I said "Hello, would you care
To be my friend?"
There is where the jouney began
Paving the road to our teenhood
Always caring for each other
Like a little sister for an older brother
No aggivation,
But if you would count not wanting to leave
And begging your mom for a few more minutes,
Than yes there was aggrivation.
Now him, with the tinsle hair and the avalnche adrenile
And I with the wit
Smile at each other
No words need to be spoken
To know how we feel.
Hi, Abi. Great to see you back.
DeleteI like your ideas here. :)
Thanks, De! I know that this is supposed to be Flashy Fiction, But really, it is Flashy NonFiction! I have been so busy lately... :(
DeleteJane Shlensky, what happened to your "Blunderbus" piece? It came to my email inbox as a post, but now that I want to comment, I don't see it here.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, I loved this piece! What fun! Love the way you relayed the memories, and especially loved the wordbump of "bungler" and "blunder" in the end. :)
Sorry, De, but the system wouldn't allow me to post here with my story. Too long, I guess, even though it's only about 800 words. So here it is on Two Voices, One Song. Enjoy.
ReplyDeletehttp://2voices1song.com/2012/10/22/kitchen-flash-fiction-wordle-style/
Sorry 'bout that, Claudette. Don't know the limits/rules here.
DeleteHeading over now, and will comment directly on your site. :)