This side of me: Whirligig 388

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “On Reading Allen Ginsburg’s ‘Homework'” by Andrea Carter Brown: fold, dirty, linens, tore, think, wash, closets, matter, clean, strangers, removed, paper https://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2022/09/whirligig-388.html

Does it ever really matter if you see my dirty laundry

Piled up in a corner of my cozy little room?

Its all washed up, but just not folded, clean as can be

It does not preclude any doom

Will you think of me less if I removed all the parcels

Before strangers come in to see the big mess

If I clean up the torn papers and linens abound

So there will be no sins I need to confess?

Or do I hide it in closets so nobody sees

How messy I am and unkempt?

Can you continue to love me despite these misgivings?

Will my untidy side from your love be exempt?

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Man or Beast?: Compilation 09/02/2022

With skin like ash beneath the vest
Absconding quickly in the rain
A wyvern tries to do his best
Expecting not much more than pain
Coastal winds blow fiercely down
to blow through its weathered pants
Using socks as gloves, he’ll frown
Neoterizing them in rants
Not prepared or looking so
the creature moves with stealth yet haste
looking for its next new meal
Ready to marvel at the taste.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Whirligig 357

The Magical Mystical Teacher hosts the weekly Whirligig: http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2022/02/whirligig-357.html

THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Chelsea Piers” by Joseph O. Legaspi: lover, piers, dinner, midsummer, moon, clouds, waves, glitter, sanctuary, danger, silent, plunges

Modern Day Romeo and Juliet

As lovers dine along piers jutting out into the waves
A sanctuary is formed on this midsummer night
Under the moon with no clouds in sight
Stars glitter and glow forming night lights
But danger lurks in the silent waters
For when dinner ends the lovers will plunge
Into the depths below the sea.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Whirligig 340

Welcome to The Whirligig, a place for you and your muse to find inspiration. Each Wednesday I will post 12 words with which you may create a poem, a short story, or some other piece of writing. Use the words in any form, as many (or as few) of them as you wish.https://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2021/10/whirligig-340.html

You will be able to link your writing to this site anytime, for the link never expires.

If you’d like to contribute 12 words, please e-mail them to: magicalmysticalteacher@gmail.com


THIS WEEK’S WORDS come from “Song Sparrow” by Bruce Willard: sound, before, decades, porch, sparrow, summer, held, hand, bent, fingers, feathers, bone

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The Sparrow

I heard the sound before the sight
A sparrow singing taking flight
Held in time and lost in space
Living slow in summer’s pace

For decades more and years ahead
Holding hands, from porch to bed
With fingers bent and bones amiss
Feathers soft as a lover’s kiss

©2021 CBialczak Poetry