This week’s selection.
The clang of shovel on rock
The bell struck
it Rings only once
Good-bye, it says. I hear it. Good-bye.
She discarded the price tag
picking it off with her plastic fingernails.
I did not feel I could intervene.
a sparkle curled inside a rind
from the suds
wrung out from a hard day’s work
now so gracelessly extinct
lie in cracked ruins in the cemetery
scattered through the unmown grass
that moment in the warm kitchen
of bright unfettered hopes
eager that my efforts might please
in the living room so long ago a little girl
curled up asleep on the prickly red carpet
guarded by the heavy legs of the piano
Did I hear a faint echo
as I stood among the gravestones
in the manicured cemetery?
the heartbreaker continued in his ways
spackling the afterlife with
hard gravestone kisses
disappointed hearts retreating
a single word had broken the news:
the tickets are all sold out
The train stood in the station at midnight
full of people
knowing where but not always knowing why
they were going
I remember a lot of things about that time
but mostly trees
and feeling alone
the cloud overeats
the sky disappears
what’s left is a moon with a bite taken out of it
Eight years old
standing there laughing.
At me. Of course. My cat.
test booklet and pencil
a good view to the left and to the right
Yes, I’m ready for the exam now
what loud voices
even in winter in snow a foot deep
the dreaming daffodil bulbs have
You’re stupid stupid stupid
sang the valentines in their envelopes
trusting Cupid Cupid Cupid
Her eyes gleamed like polished acorns
elated at successfully evading a squirrel.
Possibly she is overconfident.
a tissue from the box
nothing to offer but anonymous comfort
but that was enough
a spin and a panic and making other plans
the vehicle shies away
U-turn and gone in a hurry
the ruined molecule
the corrosive stars
the discolored luminescent clouds
Now even fate has gone numb
Answer in a short paragraph. Discuss fully.
Are you anonymous or synonymous?
Polynomial or abdominal?
Molecular or follicular?
outside the window
winter plods past
methodical and petulant
7 thoughts on “Little Vines 6/23/22”
You conjure up a lot of evocative scenes with this series of LVs. I could see the dark skies in my mind’s eye and feel the carpet and smell the grass. #5959 was my favourite in this collection because there were so many sensory elements that just perfectly captured the quality of a lemon.
Thank you. I like lemons (no other citrus fruits, just them) and I don’t know why, but I always have. Everything about them appeals to me so that is what I wanted to say here.
5959 is the delightfullest (hallo Alice) I read!
Possibly she is overconfident…the best punchline ever. (K)
Thank you. I did the first two lines and was wondering what should be happening next, and this is exactly what I thought, so…
5960 – I am the dishrag!
Oh yes, I have a camaraderie with this household object myself, quite often (which reminds me to be nice to my dishrags!)
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