and raisins thinking out loud; Apples
that, when bitten, cry; Widdershins
as a lullaby; Alphabets
that start in the middle; Random
words hot off the griddle; Every
day brings something new; Surprises
I promise that I did not contrive to choose today’s word. And I
find it very interesting that this happens to be the 37th poem of this project.
The numbers ‘three’ and ‘seven’ are very significant in Christian doctrine.
the frustrated cries of
souls, who don’t Adhere
to man-made faith; Their
intention lies in Honoring
the world of Ever-teetering, Natural
Apparently, ‘sparteine’ is a “class 1a antiarrhythmic agent.” The
rest of the chemical explanation was beyond my comprehension. When I first played
with this word, I was going solely on its definition, i.e., “a bitter,
poisonous liquid alkaloid.” Perhaps I am proposing another way to deal with the
heart’s irregular beats?
away, I Rid
my precious Today
or dread. I let my ego’s Ichor
drain, so New
thinking can Easily
During Diane Rehm’s conversation with Akhil Sharma regarding his
book Family Life, he stated that he
hoped his book would help others, as he himself had been helped by writing it.
This is how I feel about my ebook I Pity
the Man Who Marries You, found at this link:
When I was considering a word for the ‘q’ line, I came upon ‘quipu,’
which seemed perfect for a poem about sequence. ‘Kipu’ is the Quechua
(KECH-wah) spelling of the word. Poetry is about sound, so here are the
pronunciations of words in order of appearance: KEE-poos, HOKH, EES-kai,
or seven Inca people
their accounts on Quipus.
Huq, iskay, kinsa, Up
until perhaps waranqa; Every
colored knot meant something.
On this misty-moisty morning I believe that gremlins are indeed at
work. The automatic capitalization of the first letter of a sentence (also the
first letter in a new line of text) is not working. Hmmm…
believe that Electronic
and most masterfully They
merge their image with the trees. Unsung,
is that they symbolize the Old,
old notion of rebirth; Sinister
they are not, but excellent, Offering
a different view of earth.
For this Wordplay Project of Year 59 I decided the words would be
randomly chosen, but that I wouldn’t repeat an initial letter in a 26-poem
cycle. Today’s word marks the last letter of the first cycle of this project.
Interesting that it would be ‘n’ on the 9th of the month. I figure that by the
time I turn 60, I will have gone through the alphabet 14 times!
rained in innie-outie space; I Needed
help from loony spoons, who Duly
dabbed with silver grace the All-too-knowing
eye; I Laughed
my ear- and nose-hairs out Then
flew off to a crazy place where Every
musical, musing moose Regaled
me till my limbs were loose— In
fact they fell right off. Now
I’m not sure where I’ve Gone,
but I’m swimming through a watery trough.
Perhaps the only oratory- or tirade-like part of this poem is the
opening “Do Not…!” and the exclamation points. While the ‘clam’ part comes
from a Latin verb meaning to ‘cry out,’ I had
to play with it out of context. On this Friday, I am jonesin’ for some CHOWdah!
Exclude, remove, or denude the Common
all the creatures, And
even mankind, these Mollusks
life of peace! In Truth,
Iceland was a 507-year- Old
ocean quahog Named
Today’s word is neither duckling, nor swan, which would have been
perfect for the anniversary of Hans
Christian Andersen’s birthday. This bird, being an inhabitant mainly of the Continent
of Africa in the 1800s, might have seemed exotic to the compassionate Danish
mani padme hum. I
you peace, dear bird. The
routine, wealth-driven Ripping
out of your feathers Indicates
not whether, but just how Cruel
we anthropocentric Humans
I do understand the interplay among species of this world. I just
wish we humans could be more mindful regarding all that sustains us. I wish we
would look more closely at our needs as opposed to our wants. What is rushing
us so much that we don’t take time to think?
The history of this word connects so many interesting points:
navigation, the earth, revelry. Of course, the rumba is a dance more structured
than movement in response to other kinds of music. It’s all good for the soul.
in Undulations along Magically
magnetic strings, bringing Blue
zephyrs to my qi.
Interestingly enough, another term for rhumb line is ‘loxodrome’
and today’s date is a palindrome. The first is a slanting course, while the other is an again course.