Prompt twenty-five asked us to write a warning label for ourselves in the form of a poem.
I’m sitting here quietly,
But the warning label reads:
Very talkative, but half asleep.
Don’t give too much sugar, caffeine,
Expectations – it may break.
Handle with semi-care,
Not enough to be rude.
Yawns tumble out often,
On and off cursing,
I’m sitting here with coffee and
The onslaught continues:
Don’t touch, it does bite,
And headbutts, and trips, and falls.
Has a tendency to run head first
Unsupervised and supervised into walls.
Doesn’t pay attention physically,
But sometimes will mentally..
Always will emotionally.
Likes to set fires. Likes to eat.
Likes to sleep, so don’t expect it up
At any reasonable hour.
And when it’s down, don’t expect it
In any form or mood for a week.
Volatile, but not explosive.
I’m sitting here reading, nodding,
And not really disagreeing.
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It’s been a good day. It was raining when I got off work this morning,and after a quick unexpected nap I hung out with a friend. We mostly got coffee and prepped for an upcoming Starfinder campaign that’ll be starting sometime in December. It also helps my mood, but not my wallet, that I bought two books I didn’t need.
Today’s poem is actually a fun little piece I wrote using today’s word of the day as a jumping point. To scrimshank is to avoid one’s obligations or share of work – aka, to shirk duties.
In my defense,
It’s raining and on a rainy day
You sleep, most naturally.
I understand I made promises.
There are many things to do:
Laundry, paperwork, the bills,
Some writing, some more writing,
A picture I promised you I’d draw.
I’ve got a two lives worth of work
Sitting impatiently on my desk daring me
To choose my bed and its cheap comfort.
Well, an untested virtue is no virtue,
So I’ll have you know – I would never
Find or be chosen by the Holy Grail.
Life can wait another day, it’s raining-
And I’ve got a date in my dreams.
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I couldn’t think of a better title for this poem other than the word I jumped off to write it. Serendipity is the faculty or phenomenon of finding valuable or agreeable things not sought for.
Let’s love again for a moment or two-
Feel a little less fear, a little more ravenous.
Come out and into the rain, leave it all behind,
Again. Step off the porch, learn to not hide,
Learn to look that summer storm in the eyes.
Find a little serendipity, or if not, or if you can’t-
Let it find you with those hands shaking, heart breaking.
Find a tiny bit of bliss somewhere behind all your tears,
Tilt your head back and feel the rain drop past your ears.
I love you. I loved you. And I loved you more, once, I know.
What seems like yesterday was years ago,
You were a sweet rose tea – sweet, sweet serendipity.
I couldn’t love you enough in the past it seems,
But I could be happy if you could find happiness.
Good day. Good night. Goodbye, I pray,
Be happy and live a little more in the rain.
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Today’s word of the day is Arbitrary: based on or determined by individual preference or convenience rather than by necessity or the intrinsic nature of something or depending on individual discretion (as of a judge) and not fixed by law. I enjoyed writing this one. I feel like I’m missing a stanza toward the end, but at the moment I have nothing to add tonight. Maybe later.
‘Sink Into Them’
All these words of mine are just arbitrary,
Sink into them, the lists of little things I’ve lived,
Lists of the life and things I dared to try.
All these words basking lightly on my tongue-
Let me show you the dictionary they’ve grown to become in my heart,
Just fistfuls of sounds strung together about this normal enough life.
No real definitions, no solid order, no set pronunciation guidelines-
Just lists of words: all the colors and shapes, adjectives and nouns,
Phrases and memories that dot my book from imaginative cover to cover.
I welcome you to my words, erratic all my terribly comforting words,
Our words. Happy, sad, chaotic, black, blue, green, regardless-
Let’s live with words on tongue together, separate, and unreasonable.
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