Moment of fame

Two women named Ann gave their names to Ann ARBOR;
I’d like to have a harbour named after me, or get a MEDAL –
a Michael Medal – and then perhaps I’d rise up from the TRIBAL
like a tall poppy, boozy on a highball, and a little WOOZY.

Too few

GRASP my left hand when you shake and say
HOWDY; my right hand’s holding a parcel, or in your
LINGO, a package. Sometimes I wish I had a
THIRD hand, just for shaking; especially when tough hands crush!           

Leaden Skies

ENNUI, dull note droning all this season,
SPRIGs of hope withering before they green.
LATER days? Is this winter? Or a year of cooling, ash-cloud circulating planet?
SLUNK from me animal spirits, esprit, expectancy.
ARBOReal metaphor to ponder, the dropping of leaves followed by spring
MEDALLing in joy’s event. Or a tree, at whose root the axe is laid, for,… Continue reading Leaden Skies

2023-05-19 words

ARBOR, MEDAL, TRIAL, WOOZY

Note: due to a clerical type mistake, the word TRIAL above was originally posted at TRIBAL (which affected at least some DQP poems!).