DRUID with all his lore, in moment’s distraction tastes
CRUELty of creation’s estate. Fangs sink into arm,
SWELL begins in instant, time stopping on an edge. He watches
SNAKE wriggle away. Sometimes, creation’s dispensary holds poison only, no antidote upon its shelves.
Diaspora
DRUID, the last one, mutters
CRUEL invective against the newcomers, whose numbers and power
SWELL like the seas, pushing them out like
SNAKEs slithering, seeking warmth.
2023-01-22 words
SWELL, CRUEL, SNAKE, DRUID
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This is the rare non Quordle poem post. I have been gradually transferring my Quordle poems from Twitter to here (my “back-catalog”; I’ve only 53 days left that have not been transferred, spanning from when I started in April last year till now). This also means we will have documented the full set of Quordle… Continue reading Tag your favorites
Retry with Kindness
GLEAM and gloat if you must. Your
SNIDE remarks were
BLUNT, bruising- like a hammer. Now
RETRY with kindness. It cuts like a knife to the bane, the brute- curing blindness.
Make it Cool
GLEAM of idea strikes inventors brain.
BLUNT critiques have brought near surrender,
SNIDE jests have robbed his joy. Yet
RETRY he will. Finally make the Segway cool.
Temptation
GLEAM in the eye like the glint off a gun barrel,
BLUNT and subtle as that gun’s blast.
SNIDE comments to self are halfhearted restraints as worthless as
RETRYing a torn parachute.
2023-01-21 words
RETRY, GLEAM, BLUNT, SNIDE
Chase…
‘Is this a CHAFE MOVIE,’ asked the lisper?
‘Hang on, I’ll ANNEX it online and
TRACK the information down.’
‘Don’t worry,
I found it on my phone. It is a CHAFE MOVIE.’
Renewing the Time
ANNEX these next few hours to circle a
TRACK in the park, browse a used bookstore,
CHAFE at the guy talking too loudly on his phone,
MOVIE to end the night.