Little Vines from this week.
5571.
in black dark clever winter
my eyes heal. I see.
No one knows why.
5572.
A gutter-line of Icicles on the garage.
Cold battery. Unsure of spark.
I press the starter. The car gasps in pain.
5573.
even the newborn strangers
huddled in their nest
have voices and use them
5574.
Tabby cat lying on the bar
Ale de Reggae Doug on tap
I raise my glass and salute my trust fund
5575.
dour and dark
my mood
modern flowers rot in blue
5576.
I only saw him three times.
Twice to prevent a scandal.
Once to make sure there was a scandal.
5577.
Yolky eggs squat on burnt fried muffins
Weeping.
It’s like they’ve just stopped trying.
5578.
the surgeon at the gym
her bare hands grasp the barbells and squeeze
the same way they revived your heart this morning
5579.
Lightning and seaweed and doused with cold salt water
Wet hands grasping mine –
Yes, I will marry you.
5580.
Stage fright. Night after night
the racing heart recovers
the clammy hands never do
5581.
his parents
very nervous
feeling the effects of becoming in-laws
5582.
of course your story is entirely believable
once it was broken into segments
of four or five clean-edged words
and given a spin
5583.
Relaxed and misunderstood
fading in the sun
it’s an ink meander of a message in this bottle
debating whether to come ashore
5584.
now one night I slept the next night
but not that night The next one
after this night that I slept. Now you get it.
5585.
I bought two.
They are exactly alike.
Both of them angry.
Both of them sneezing.
5586.
cheese sandwich. two cookies
the kind never your first choice but cheapest.
one careworn pear.
Lunch.
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There are lots of adversarial situations and sombre emotions in this set of LVs but #5576 made me chuckle.
Thank you. I was finishing up a lot of fragments today. I think it may be the weather or just a very busy week that has sent my mind in this direction. I think I would like winter to start to turn toward the next season now!
#5577. I know this scene. And with only a small nibble the eggs will bleed onto the plate.
My dad used to eat eggs like this. I never could stand to watch. I don’t know what made me think of this today but…here it is. Even now I still think of the sight of his plate and think, ugh…
You are on a roll with these ones, but maybe skip the egg.
Thank you and yes. Runny eggs crossed off my list a long time ago.
I agree with Laura about the somber ones and the one that made me laugh. I liked the one about the surgeon, too, and imagining her strong hands.
I like runny eggs, but not burnt toast.
Thank you. It’s kind of funny but I have wondered how surgeons keep their hands in shape.
I’ve wondering more about how they make sure they don’t get injured.
I would think they have to be careful all right, what activities they can do. Like hand models (obviously for a more trivial purpose, I guess, but I have met hand models and they are super careful of their hands). It is interesting to think about what each profession feels are its physical assets and how to safeguard them.
Yes, it’s interesting to think about.
Even the newborn strangers! So lovely.
Thank you. I hope these newborn strangers will keep talking as they get older and not let anyone tell them what they say is not worth hearing. Or ignored. Or a waste of time. Some of this happened to me as a child but I kept on talking, I guess I didn’t get the snubs, and it’s been that way ever since. Though I have learned manners and perception, maybe, as I have moved away from the newborn stage!
Yesss, you kept on talking! Hurrah! Please never stop.
Thank you. You may be the first person to ever say this to me! I appreciate it very much. You know I think this is why I got into blogging. I can talk on and on and it’s always up to me when to stop!
I’m so glad. 🙂 And you’re right. It’s on us to do as we please. Let’s just not stop.
71, (YAY!!!!!!) 78, and 84 Glad you’re healing up and the doc keeps practicing
Thank you. Crossing fingers!
❤