All she wanted was
pretty horses with feather plumes,
standing balanced on their backs
as they circle the moon.
All she wanted was
Christmas morning and fruit on a plate,
candied stollen sliced and served,
rising early to start sleeping late.
Now, visit her where
cornball Napoleons roam the rooms
spouting blather in poetry's place
while staff cup the pills and count the spoons.
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for Word Garden Word List--Ferlighetti.
Cackling. Brilliant! Love the staff cupping the pills and counting the spoons.
ReplyDeleteNow Lawrence would like this! That last line is great, and the first stanza is delightful to read.
ReplyDeleteDreams of cornball Napoleons and candied stollen ... oh my, better luck tonight. A greatly entertaining write!!!!
ReplyDeleteWell, of course this is quality, it's written by you! Love your effortless rhymes and playful narrative :-)
ReplyDeleteLove "cornball Napoleons"... and the staff counting the spoons. Open wide!
ReplyDeleteHer dreams were too big for this world, weren't they, where people count spoons like bags of gold and push pills like candy. You say so much in such few words, Shay, always a joy to read your poetry.
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