Poetic Asides...November 26

Prompt...Giving thanks


I am eternally
grateful for the creative
spirit which enables me
to compose
a few words into jewels
a few scraps of paper into magic
and enables me to listen
to whole symphonies
in my head
and to God
who sent me someone
who views me as
a beautiful flower
rather than a
nutty fruitcake

Read Write Poem 102

Prompt...Food evoking memories

For my Grandmother
Adele Alexandrine Ludivine

Dragees
Pink sugared almonds
evoke memories of
reflected candle light
through crystal glasses
sauterne roast chickens
glacee fruit split ripe figs
runny cheese venetian lace
lavender polished dark wood
a celebration dinner
at my grandmother's house
a painting from the old dutch masters
Memere in marcel waves gleaming
glowing like a beacon
framed by her crystal ware
fragrant with l'air du temps
wearing crepe de chine laughing
her grace and irresistible femininity
her memorable haute cuisine
her rapture listening to
'Berceuse de Jocelyn' sung by Tino Rossi
is still very much part of that young child
who slipped smoked salmon tidbits
under the table to Florette

Poetic Asides...November 25

Prompt ...temperament

flat dark grey
leaf blowers
going mad
cockatoos screeching
neighbour's
filthy shoes
outside his front door
welcome home

Poetic Asides...November 24

Prompt ...everybody says

that Picasso is a genius
I've looked long and hard
I've even looked behind
they're wrong
everybody says Renoir
is just a chocolate box artist
they're wrong about that too
everybody says solander
has a pungent smell
it doesn't
everybody says tibouchina
is gaudy...wrong
everybody is probably
the most dangerous entity
on the planet I'm sure they
would not agree

Poetic Asides...November 23

Prompt...Noise

The sound of the amusical
the sound of success with
its tin whistle fife and drum
the sound of a leaf blower
the sound of a barb wired
aussie accent coming from
a petalled beauty breathing
out dragon's breath
the sound of motor bikes
the sound of speed boats
the sound of machine gun
fire from an exasperated poet

Poetic Asides...November 22

Prompt....emergency

What could possibly be urgent
after Veuve Cliquot Champagne
Cloudy Bay Sauvignon Blanc
Figs Dolmathes Brie Artichoke Hearts
Asparagus Steak Belle Mere
Pommes Frites Sicilian Olive Salad
Mango Rockmelon Strawberry
Black Juicy Cherries with Vanilla
Marscapone Arabica Coffee
Ferrero Rocher and Macadamia
Chocolate with the Bach Brandenburg no 5
topped off with a Pavlova
Our Celebration Dinner
Dressed to Kill
Happiness and indulgent Joy
I feel an urgent need to
recapture this evening
by doing it again sooner rather than later

Spanish Steps at Rosie's Place Sunday Afternoon

Rose has a great music collection
art collection and books
her world is a lovely one with
rocks shells gumnut pods
far eastern fabrics with
huge fragrant candles of
sandalwood and nectar
and persian rugs
nothing random here
nothing jars
she is a real artist
she is having high tea
at Raffles this afternoon
I am here trying to grasp
all this beauty in my clenched palm
before the hot westerly forces it open
and it all goes flying up and across the bay
like the final arpeggio of the spanish steps