TRUSS issues started when that bridge collapsed,
MAGMA makes me feel no safer, nor do these heights,
LLAMA seems unafraid, so I pretend to lead it by
STRAP. Note to self: next time, do Inward Bound.
2022-07-09 words
TRUSS, MAGMA, LLAMA, STRAP
Simple
SLING,
MAYBE, the
CHILD over one shoulder, the
BANJO over the other.
Composite Chordophone
SLING me a definition, Wikipedia.
MAYBE had you been there, not an Encyclopedia Americana 1955,
CHILD I was could have rested, curiosity sated.
BANJO: composite chordophone sounded by plectrum.
Old-Time Music
SLING some old-time melodies,
MAYBE a couple of fiddles, a
BANJO, and a guitar; let’s feel like a
CHILD once again.
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2022-07-08 words
SLING, MAYBE, CHILD, BANJO
Last card
LIPID ain’t limpid, like your limpid eyes, my dear.
TULIP ain’t two lips, though you have two, it’s clear.
MUCUS ain’t music, though your words are music to my ears. But.
SPADEs is trumps, so it’s clear, hear this in your ears, I win again, my dear.
Organic
SPADE cuts ground like a scalpel through
MUCUS membranes and bone, cultivating the
TULIP rows in their multicolored tissue,
LIPID petals and protein stems, living beauty.
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Spring or Chemistry
SPADE a foot rest, gaze lingers,
TULIPs spirited hues announce fresh life. For the gardener
LIPIDs, enzymes, and explanation give ground before senses flaring lovely to the mind.
MUCUS? Not cell product, rather first tickle of this year’s sneezes.
2022-07-07 words
SPADE, TULIP, LIPID, MUCUS