Thank you so much for telling me your thought to all of them! I wrote most of the poems somewhere not at home and think it showed, it has been one hell of a week.
Of course you knew the dessert! Yes! Forsythia! One of my favorite too. Thank you. It makes me happy, when thought go in different directions.
Basil yes, sometimes when I make pesto to go with it! lol
Thank you for telling me your thoughts, AC.
April 8: Not comforting? I can't quite believe that. Also she seems to be a chatty one. And what I said in the thread. April 9: I love this one! Could never understand all the fuss about Pi. Isn't it just a cake? April 10: Ah yes, you manage to emphasize the rush and hectic with a neat trick. April 11: As I already said about Val's poem: These old words are quite onomatopoeic. April 12: I so love this one! Holding my breath until I reached the end every time. April 13: In search for inspiration you found a bird. Again. I recognize myself. Writing poetry sharpens the senses. April 14: And I'm without words again. My heart hurts, you made me cry. Gah! Perfectly performed despair.
I like number #7, it's exactly as you said. I also learned a new word: Claymation figure. Number #11 made me grin. those old-fashioned words are pure onomatopoeia sometimes. Number #12 talks to me. Poetry has way to make things clear, has it not? Thank you for sharing, Val.
Wow! I hoped this would happen since forever, now I'm kinda shocked it's finally there. I'm going to enjoy this and cook dinner now. Whatever happens next... The drama is back. Great chapter again, Parker!
Okay, an explanation for Zander's behavior at the party, I'm still not happy about it. lol. I find it kind off prophesying that Kaz is training Andy how to run. Didn't he do that enough? I hope that's not a metaphor what will happen next. A great chapter. Thank you for sharing.
I have mixed feelings to be honest. As everyone else I'm glad he made a conscious decision to stay, saw what is good in his life. On the other hand I'm disappointed. Zander doesn't need to admit anything to say no to something he doesn't want. Maybe I'm just in a bad mood, lol. Well written as always. Thanks, Parker.
VIII.
You’re never sleeping,
keeping vigil,
whispering, waiting,
until it’s finally your turn,
being me.
You?
IX. (poetry prompt 19)
I can’t sleep
You’ve moved on
I count sheep
You are gone
The mammals leap
And I’m in Bonn.
At least I got to keep the dog,
He is true,
Faithful too.
I feel blue.
Have no clue.
Damn, what to do?
I want some stew!
Tossing and turning in bed,
And fluffing the pillow.
Get out of my head!
The white curtains billow
Going to change them t
I hummed your words, very nice. Love it. Some parts were a little muddled in regards of the music, not your words, at least for my ears. A difficult task you mastered beautifully.
A little of everything. I love to eat ice cream in winter, with hot cherries. Number five was very emotional. And the last one was kinda creepy in a Dorian Grey way. Don't you get sick again, what we would miss! On to next week.
ii I have this forsythia bush in my garden, it screamed look at me! Write a haiku. iii Always welcome to hop on my bike. ; (v)I read a book and wrote it for the main character, the same with (vii).
Thank you for your comments, Parker. I'm enjoying this too. Looking forward to next week.
Thanks, Tim! I'm glad you like my daily poetry. I look different at my world right now, always searching for inspiration. Exciting. Glad you're on board too!
April 1: I’m glad you’re in. It will definitely stick. April 2: cute April 3: *grin* April 4: I ‘d call this ‘Prayer for winter to finally f* off’ very nicely phrased. April 5: My favorite! What I wrote in the thread. April 6: All kind of recipes are circling around in my head. Yum! April 7: A close second. I really love your multi-logue. J
I.
Fool: Stupid, silly, harmlessly deranged?
Or just a person who enjoys something too much?
Fool: Hoodwinked, mocked, played, tricked?
Or just a dessert of pureed fruit mixed with cream?
II.
Only a thin line,
A hint of yellow and green,
Will soon spring open.
III.
Black leather, smooth and worn,
molded around me in years.
I feel as anew born,
now the first outing nears.
You are waiting for me,
looking so hot in your gear.
Eyes are shining with glee,
I’m so happy we’re qu
I'm glad. To be honest, I felt a little bad. I tried to move words around, but it came always back to the first version.
Thanks, for the forgiving comment.