I’m the one
with a sense
of humor.
I don’t rage
like fire
with a hot tongue
nor am I stoic
like the patient
earth
and I don’t have
sun’s steadfast
hope
No, I like to play.
A couple days
ago I had fun
with Linda. She
needed cheering up
after visiting
an assisted-living
facility for her mom.
She and her brother
were sitting on the porch
having a beer
and a glass of wine
reading all 30 plus
pages of the contract
when I slipped
around the corner
of the house
and blew a puff
of fresh levity
their way. It lifted
those heavy papers
and twirled them around.
Linda reached to control
them and spilled her merlot
all over every singe one
of those white sheets
and her legs
and her chair. I
chortled at this
unexpected bonus
sashayed around
then moved on
knowng my work was done.
8 comments:
Oh dear, Linda! He must have been wearing his mischievous cloak that day! Some things need a little levity.
Oh, this is hard...even with the levity it's something we all have to face.Courage mon vieux
I really like this, especially 'a puff of fresh levity'. I like your interpretation of the prompt.
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Linda,
Wonderful take on the prompt.
Pamela
I imagine it must have been doubly frustrating that day, but it's good that you inverted it and looked at things from the other point of view. This is totally different from the poems I've read so far for the prompt, bonus points for uniqueness. :)
A nice comic interlude to ease the anguish slightly.
Awesome :) Next time it's breezy; grab a jarful and glue the lid down. That'll teach him!
I really like the way you write :)
marinela x x
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