Probing with the tine or PRONG
of my fork into a GLOBE
of somehow suspended JELLY
I expect a perfect explosion of wobbling, congealed solubles.
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To Sense, To Treasure
PURGE muddled cumulations of middle years,
OPINE no more on politics, blather not on culture’s ills.
LILAC! Remember a scent from childhood, when experience was as
CHEAP as mere perception, and as priceless.
My pain, her pain.
‘I’ll gently PROBE your MOLAR now. Hmm, I’ll have to
PURGE it of its gunk, wash, then make it DRIER.’
I say nothing, think of the CHEAP LILAC I bought for
my wife, OPINE the pain that she has BORNE.
[Catch up time…]
What Did You Expect
MOLAR mass is grams of mass per mole-you thought I’d talk about teeth, didn’t you?
PROBE goes into the drogue in air to air refueling–what did you think I’d talk about?
DRIER wit might devise a funnier Quordle Poem–what can I say, this is what I’ve got.
BORNE–not an identity, but patiently suffered–like you have, to get this far.
We’re All Unique Individuals
ASSAY to tell it all
SLANT. Yet, try too hard, and you arrive at
NADIR of expression. Not unlike wearing
DENIM to bespeak difference ended up a sameness.
Note: I was one day behind.
Worn out
My DENIM trousers being at the
NADIR of their wearfulness, I’ll
ASSAY a nearby menswear shop and
SLANT my weary frame in its direction.
Bleakish House
SLATE of cases is a mill of roiling interests.
BENCH forgets the ends most days, sometimes remembers.
QUASH some attempts, find for others and drag and drag.
FOGGY is the genesis of human justice, yet the mill grinds on.
Back to the beginning
A
FOGGY brain when faced with four days’ worth of Quordle words is
QUASHed by choice: Too many words! The brain goes numb, sits at its
BENCH like an illiterate child in primer school, picks up its
SLATE, sucks its thumb, and wonders what this hard black board is for.
Utopia
HAZEL evoking a plant, a color, eyes. What if the hazel
BERETs were a group devoted to spreading good, rejecting
FALSE greatness, seeking the welfare of all? An anti-
COVEN, something the larger group embraced, not feared? And how soon would they fail their own aspirations?
Rivalry
BROWN van barrels into the
PLAZA, screeches to a stop.
DRUNK UPS driver stumbles out. Couldn’t
DODGE Fedex driver’s cutting words. So what if the uniform is ugly? Good work is still being done.