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    Aditus
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Poetry posted in this category are works of fiction. Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are created by the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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Foolproofed - 2. Week 1

Foolproofed Week1

 

Day 1

See chapter 1

Day2

Bumble bees bumble about gooseberry blossoms.

Bzzz...

Bluebirds bicker behind the berry bushes

Tu-a-wee tu-a-wee...

Bleeding heart’s buds bathe in the first warm rays of April’s sun.

...

(Praise spring)

 

Day 3

I can’t find my fucking phone. It’s later than I thought. I hate changing the clocks. The European Comission sucks. There’s cat hair on my tongue. The robins accepted the new nesting box. The test is negative. Again. It’s snowing. Again. Spring. Hah! LMFAO. Everyone and their best friend’s cousin gets their vaccination recently, or so it seems. I’m in the high risk group. Better to stay home and wait. Again. Today is the day! Fill out a ton of forms, date of birth, address, again and again. Relax your triceps Plunge! Ouch. One more dose to freedom.

 

(A series of straightforward honest statements)

 

Day 4

This poem lifts its foot carefully,

freezes mid-motion,

waits,

until a gentle breeze wafts over the scent of petrichor and fresh-mowed grass, daffodils and muscari.

It finally dares to breathe again,

new air fills its lungs.

Emboldened, its toes sink deeply into moist, sun-warmed soil.

It runs across a field of winter wheat, spreads multicolored wings, and flies away.

 

(Let your poem begin with “This poem...”)

 

Day 5

Not in English

 

(A poem about kindness)

 

Day 6

Manufactured Confusion

A planned collusion

to hide societies’ contusions.

 

Social inclusion

is just an illusion.

 

The concept is dilution

of disillusion.

 

Change is a delusion. Yet.

 

We are ready for an infusion

of valiantness.

 

(Pick a title)

 

 

Day7

Flour, yeast, and salt

water, honey

and barley malt,

olive oil.

 

Mix, knead by hand,

form a circle

give it a toss

spread the sauce.

 

Top with basil,

mozzarella,

and the cook's love.

Ti amo

 

(Syllable count 4-4-4-3)

Thank you for reading, comments are always appreciated.
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10 hours ago, Valkyrie said:

I love the vivid imagery throughout all these poems.  I think "this poem" is my favorite.  And now I want pizza :P  

Thank you, Val. I found this new recipe.... picture will be send as soon as I tried it.

 

3 hours ago, Parker Owens said:

Days 4 and 7 made me smile most. Day 4 made me think of herons which have returned to marsh and pond; Day 7 made my mouth water in anticipation. Thank you for all of these. 

I had the heron in mind when I wrote this. Wow.

I'm glad I made you smile. :)

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Headstall

Whenever I hear about bumble bees, it makes me smile. I remember one day as a little kid on my front lawn, which had lots of white clover flowers, watching a plethora of bumble bees flying low to the ground all around me. I wasn't scared. I stood still and reveled in their joyful buzzing as they drained the nectar from one bud and moved to the next. :)

Also, I have an appreciative affinity for alliteration done well, and you did it superbly. :D 

Cat hair on the tongue is similar to Border Collar hair on my toothbrush... and I swear my phone moves on its own. Thanks for making me laugh amid the frustration of an asinine and annoying vaccine rollout.

The slow movements of a majestic bird can cause me to forget to breathe, unwilling to interfere with the beauty of it. I see herons down the road from me quite regularly, and my movements become as careful as theirs. 

Fortunately, pizza is a treasure I have not had to give up... I make mine on tortillas because I am lazy, but roasted onion, peppers, zucchini, ham, parmesan, old cheddar, on a primavera of spinach and four cheese sauce is necessary nectar for my soul....

Wonderful offerings, Adi. Thank you... and cheers!

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Aditus
19 hours ago, Headstall said:

Whenever I hear about bumble bees, it makes me smile. I remember one day as a little kid on my front lawn, which had lots of white clover flowers, watching a plethora of bumble bees flying low to the ground all around me. I wasn't scared. I stood still and reveled in their joyful buzzing as they drained the nectar from one bud and moved to the next. :)

Also, I have an appreciative affinity for alliteration done well, and you did it superbly. :D 

Cat hair on the tongue is similar to Border Collar hair on my toothbrush... and I swear my phone moves on its own. Thanks for making me laugh amid the frustration of an asinine and annoying vaccine rollout.

The slow movements of a majestic bird can cause me to forget to breathe, unwilling to interfere with the beauty of it. I see herons down the road from me quite regularly, and my movements become as careful as theirs. 

Fortunately, pizza is a treasure I have not had to give up... I make mine on tortillas because I am lazy, but roasted onion, peppers, zucchini, ham, parmesan, old cheddar, on a primavera of spinach and four cheese sauce is necessary nectar for my soul....

Wonderful offerings, Adi. Thank you... and cheers!

I just love it when people tell me their own stories and thoughts to my poems. :heart:

Thank you for reading and commenting, Gary. :hug:

 

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Aditus
12 hours ago, northie said:

I loved the stream of consciousness represented by the prose poem. The rhythm and the way your thoughts jump, punctuated by 'Again', feel familiar only they're your thoughts, not mine. The heron is perfectly observed. I don't have any locally but I've seen them often enough to recognise your avian poem for what it is. 😉

Thank you for reading, northie. I love that you think my thoughts jump rhythmically in contrast of erratically. :) Avian poem, I like this.

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