CLIFF edge suddenly yawns,
FREAK out for 10 seconds,
MOUTH tastes metal: chase and panic,
TROOP is 3 minutes back. The logic of the jump emerges.
Category: extra
Reverse Ezekiel 47
AMONG residents realization sickly takes hold: the land is dying: dry
GULCHes, reservoirs down three quarters, allotments cut. To
HALVE prior expectation now looks good. A reality so stark, you blink and blink, yet it’s still there:
OUTGO far above inflow. Praying for rain is all that’s left. And what of spiritual water? How high the levels?
Note: In 1986, our family, my parents, my two sisters, and I, took a 3 day houseboat vacation on Lake Powell, a lovely and memorable experience for me. What we experienced then is now gone.
Things in the US West are starting to get dire. For the first time, residential neighborhoods are having their water shut off: https://ktar.com/story/5421137/rio-verde-foothills-residents-react-to-shutoff-from-scottsdale-water.
Convoluted
TEASE my PLUM Pudding DRYLY with BASIL.
Basil, my plump one, teases dryly with wit and
a kind of plump humour, dry Lycra-garbed Basil. Tea’s
‘ere, Bas. I’ll plump pillows for you, teasely dry you.
[When the brain can’t behave itself.]
This label was one of a series that appeared on the Plum Pudding canister.
Two Brothers at the River
PLUMP young Gregory, eight years old, not yet the hollow cheeked Nyssa, as on icons–
DRYLY his older brother asks: “Surely you will not jump in again?”
BASIL, older brother, not yet the Great, as in history,
TEASEs lovingly. Today: two young brothers, an idle afternoon, playing on a river’s bank.
Later, two fathers, Cappadocian, cold waters of the Halys long since dried off.
Note: I’m imagining Basil the Great and Gregory of Nyssa as young brothers, in their hometown of Caesarea of Cappadocia–now Kayseri in Turkey–spending an afternoon on what was then called the river Halys in Greek.
More from Wikipedia:
- Kayseri in Turkey, aka Caesarea of Cappadocia in Byzantine times
- Kizilirmak River, aka Halys to the ancient Greeks
Attribution: By Carole Raddato from FRANKFURT, Germany – Mount Erciyes (Argaeus), Turkey, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=75293164
The anonymous bug
SWAM I in the emptying
SIEVE till that household hound, the
DOG, MAde a noise, then found
I was down the plughole BOUND.
Whither Turbo
TURBO, this if your third appearance; first time, I did
STRAY, redirect you to TURBOt, mispelled fish. Second time, forgoing
FRILL, I invoked your sense of speed. Perhaps, next occasion, I won’t
CLOWN, and wield you for an engine, if poesy can there be found. Perhaps.
Note: I tagged this with a tag, “meta”, which can be used to point at Quordle poems that go meta (i.e. they speak to mechanisms or the history of DQP itself–reflecting on the act of using words in a Quordle poem, say, or on the process of participating in DQP). The tag can be browsed at https://dailyquordlepoem.com/tag/meta/. Also, there is a “tag cloud” at the bottom of DQP’s web pages. The size of a tag shows you how often a tag has been used. This is what it currently looks like:
Shout out to the Sonnet
OCTET before sestet, in Petrarch’s wake,
CAMEO, in first four lines, of the concern:
STRUTs heavily through four more, at stake.
MONEY, the resolution, drops after the turn.
Concise definition of the Italian sonnet at the blog of our fellow Quordle poet, Steven Robertson.
Even better, some Italian sonnets by Steven! https://notesbysteven.wordpress.com/tag/italian-sonnet/
What Big Eyes
PINEY–fresh, rather–smell in the forest clearing,
OXIDE–rust, rather–makes the cabin’s hinges grate,
NANNY–granny, rather–looking worse for wear,
SIGHT–fright, rather–what big eyes she has.
Dream of my childhood
NANNY comes in sight along the narrow piney path. The
SIGHT of her brings images of hot soups, warm biscuits, sweet
PINEY smells from the trees at the back of her garden, the
perOXIDE she still uses to clean everything, including the bath.
Chiliast in a Canoe
SHONE that day the last sun,
WRIST watch down to final second
CHILIast marked the moment at falls’ lip,
CANOE almost hovering before the tip, then the plunge.
Note: I felt that the normal uses of canoe were taken by the time I got to it.