FRIDAY WRITINGS # 234... POETS AND STORYTELLERS UNITED

 La Femme Au Perroquet
WOMAN WITH A PARROT...GUSTAVE COURBET,,,METROPOLITAN MUSEUM OF ART
NEW YORK CITY

An oil painting on canvas by French artist Gustave Courbet. It was the first nude by the artist to be accepted by the Paris Salon in 1866 after a previous entry in 1864 was  rejected as indecent. 

BUTTERFLY CINQUAIN

two birds
in a relaxed pose
irish and african
slammed in polite society
not on
nudity unacceptable
a recognised taboo
irish model
brave chick

 

African Grey Parrot
not a bird brain

outperforms
children and harvard students
in a test
a match for our aussie parrots
maybe

Joanna Hiffernan. Irish model. 1843-1886

 

 

feeling un peu francais
i'm putting this on for fun
vas-y secoue toi et danse

WHATS GOING ON....Ordinary Things...https://newwhatsgoingon.blogspot.com

For your prompt, look around you. Select some small ordinary thing you rarely give much thought to and include it somehow in your poem. 

I found this "ordinary " poem written 12 years ago in my stats. I dedicate it to the person who consistently goes through my years of poems and finds all of this stuff. Apart from reading them I wonder if they do anything with them ? Thanks Captain Weird!

FOR CAPTAIN WEIRD

captain weird always knew that there was safety in ordinariness conformity and a picture perfect life 

 he had compiled a beautiful
 suburban album
a glowing testament to
the my life is great
much better than yours badge

a clever cover
with the usual trappings and accoutrements
after years of self deception
he had lost his ability to  fly

life became a blurred vision view'd
through the bottom of a wine glass
the most exciting thing
he could manage nowadays
was a fantasy in an office chair

harmless enough i  suppose
as long as there is a strong bolt
on the gun locker
and the kitchen knives locked away

THE SKEPTICS KADDISH W3 Prompt # 218

 
PROMPT 

Sometimes we think of someone who drifted out of our lives. What emotions, memories, thoughts does it evoke?

sometimes a sad melody

in the heat of the late afternoon 

casts long shadows 

across the dying embers of the day 

and you remember

you hear their gentle laughter

you remember their sweetness 

their vulnerability

their goodness 

the veil of hurt that bound them together 

you wanted to save them 

but you could not

you turned around and walked away

you saved yourself and it broke your heart