Category: ohthatwright

My Raven Friend

QUOTH Zarathustra, my raven friend:
DANCE will I, should you give me
ASCOT (apricot-he’s a raven–not know for elocution).
CIRCA 3 seconds in, this Quordle poem hit a wall.

Sonoran Sands

TROOP across Sonoran sands and every breath is
HOTLY scalding lungs. Flaming orb hovering above, below, beside.
UMBRA, black cave entrance, signals relief–a mile up the hill.
TURBO mode cannot get me there fast enough, with white flashing in my eyes.

Win Thee A Duchy

CLERK tallies cargo, regrets it as prosaic.
WATER off the wharf glints and beckons, to a place
RARER than here, nobler by its mystery, place where a
DUCHY, not dinner, might be won by enterprise.

Idea Lacks Lustre

BOOTH in the market, attempt to re-begin,
DEUCE of a thing to lose a fortune, and retry a life,
ROAST marmot seemed an idea, but they’re not selling,
PROVE once again, please, that a new idea can emerge in time.

In Behemoth’s Shadow

TIGHT fit in sound as cruise ships pass
ISLET’s small plot, once content in smallness, now in behemoth’s shadow,
AGONY of lost proportion, no size makes sense,
BASTEd by artificial swells and diesel fumes.

I Dance In My Imagination

BALER: almost Spanish for dance, evokes kinesis which
AMAZEs; body become poem in space and time,
SPICY every step, nothing bland, all fluid motion,
SEGUE now to me on couch, tired, shlubby–aging as I write this.

Bask

CADDY wheezes to a stop on crest of hill, disembarks a picnic.
SHOALs spread out beyond, rippled by spring wind.
BUDGEt has cratered, car is dying, family’s fortunes
STRIPped; they can yet bask in view and sun.