weary eyed
and full of disbelief,
i marveled
at the witty prattle
thrown back and forth
between man and fowl.
glittering generalities
that intrigued my curiosity
enough to provoke wonder...
was i napping or awkwardly aware?
yet was this enough to cause a stare?
so i stood
and digested this scene.
one so bizarre as i'd never seen.
...was it drawn near by a fist full
of jelly beans?
alas,a tear has formed on beak of bird~
trailed by a sorrowful cry of pain unheard.
"tis this not the bust of Pallus?"
faint laughter of pristine amusement,
as weathered stone replies,
nevermore.
a parting gift,
spinach and mayonnaise.
deposited on shoulders
of statuesque malaise.
ONE SHOOT SUNDAY POETRY PROMPT COURTESY JAMES RAINSFORD
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Yes! Great work, wurdz. Excellent allusions, puns, flow... and really good infusion of imagery in the second half beginning with "a fist full
ReplyDeleteof jelly beans?" Eloquent ending too.
thank you dustus!the picture was truly a mixture of past and present for me.thought i'd have a little fun this time.your comments are a welcome breath of acknowledgement.
ReplyDeletespinach and mayo...ewww....lol. nicely done...i like the breakout structure as opposed to the paragraph i regularly see...easier to read...nice throwback to poe as well...
ReplyDelete"Was I napping or awkwardly aware?..."
ReplyDeleteInteresting spin on our subconscious, my friend.
ha - loved the spinach and mayonnaise.. this poem is different from the others i read so far from you - great if there is a variety in writing - good work
ReplyDeleteClever, striking, haunting/distinctive word pairings.
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