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Plums


A tanka for Three Word Wednesday. Deviant, minuscule, trivial.
I like words!

Plums

My deviant mouth
Bites a plum, she laughs aloud-
Mess is trivial,
Minuscule compared to the
Taste of kisses, plums and love.

© Bridget Noonan, 2012.

 

This poem is for all of us poor sods who can’t eat a plum without getting plum juice everywhere. I don’t eat them inside or I’ll have to mop a floor. This is a problem with most yummy juicy fruits, actually. And popsicles. But they’re so good! I refuse to feel bad about being messy with yummy foods.

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The Surgeon


So sorry! I’m a bit late to the party again  as far as Three Word Wednesday goes this week. Grip, prefer and thread are my words.

Now for a cinquain!

The Surgeon

I grip
needle and thread
while the nurse I prefer
with a steady hand takes care of
the blood

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

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Three Word Wednesday Two-Fer


I thought I might mess around with that Fibonacci thing I did before. Since I spaced on last week‘s Three Word Wednesday, I figured, why not do both this week? Last week was erratic, luminous, and omen, and this week is alter, fond and tranquil.

Also, these might be a bit weird; I have Baba O’Riley by the Who stuck in my head, and I’m not sure if that’s related to the weird. It’s a good song, don’t get me wrong, but I’m usually more for Led Zeppelin than the Who.

Bottom of the Ocean

watch
out
for the
luminous
bait of the fearsome
anglerfish-  soothing light luring
its erratic  prey closer to the jaws of their doom.
it’s tough living at the bottom
of the ocean; see
omen of
rising
sea
heights.

© Bridget Noonan, 2o11.

Shakespeare Said It Best

Love allows no impediment to it,
Alters not with the changing winds. Instead,
It flows like rain from the heavens, collects
In our hearts, overflows in everything
We do.  Love is the bright sun in the sky,
Warming the seeds of fondness in this earth.
Turbulent seas calm in the face of love,
Stifling afternoons fade to tranquil nights.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

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Engaged


I wrote this for Three Word Wednesday. This week’s words were grin, jumble and naked.

Engaged

he strides the beach with
a joyful bounce in his step,
nervous grin upon his face and
a small velvet box in his pocket

he reminds himself not to
mumble through his speech,
jumble the careful phrases
or sweat too much-

she loves him, and he knows
she is going to say yes
but he wants it to be
perfection for them both

he remembers that she walks
this stretch of beach on Tuesdays
after work, and wants to surprise
his love at her favourite spot

and surprise her he does
with a high cry of dismay,
naked as the day she was born
wrapped up in a coworker.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

I have done much better.
For one thing, the title is too punny. And there’s not enough buildup. The whole thing feels cliche. I need to get the emotion to come across more strongly. Ugh.
UNsatisfied with my work this weekend, as you might have guessed.

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A Good Man


This is my offering for Three Word Wednesday. The words are skid, damp and incensed.

A Good Man

The altar was lit and incensed
As the believers trudged
Through double doors,
Damp footsteps on the floors.

Though the leader was nowhere
To be found! Normally there
To greet the flock coming in,
He’s never late to begin.

While the mass of people wonder,
They hear the clatter like thunder
As their priest comes skidding
Into the church, robes dripping.

And so, despite his late start,
The people hold him in their heart
As he speaks the word of their god
They try to follow, not to nod

Off to sleep this early morning
And disappoint him, yawning.
In his homily he wants to relate
Exactly why he was a little late

But he knows his congregation
Isn’t much for congratulation
Even though he rescued three ducklings
Lost and alone from making crossings

From one side of the street to
The next again, looking for who
Could be their mother or father; and now
He takes care of three wee ducks, how?

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

Well, that was very silly, but kind of nice. Needs work, as usual, but I’m okay with that. I’ll let it stew for a couple months, then bust it out again.

EDIT: I have also posted it on Sunday Scribblings.

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Romeo Before Juliet


I read today’s Three Word Wednesday while listening to Hollerado’s song Juliette. This is what came out. The words were brandish, forbid and manage.

Romeo Before Juliet

He brandished his knife,
His face calm save for
The clenched jaw, and
Menacing tone of voice:
“I forbid you to see her.”

I managed to keep from
Begging by sawing into
The chicken on my plate.
After I chewed, I asked
Why she was unsuitable.

“That Rosaline is low,
Is common; you are
A Montague, my son-
Don’t you forget it.”

Then I woke, and
Sought the comfort of
My most beauteous lady-
Perhaps I may get close,
Close enough to hear
Her lilting voice, and
Place a flower in her hair.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

It’s not bad; needs some work, particularly at the end. Sometimes I feel like my free verse could be better expanded into a short story – it’s basically that anyway, but with line breaks here and there. Ugh. I don’t know.

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Cynical Self-Portrait


This is for the Three Word Wednesday prompt this week. Grace, jitter, and thin.

Here we go!

Cynical Self-Portrait

grace of a hippopotamus in a tutu
fashion sense of an angry punk teen
elegance of a drunken sailor on shore leave
deaf as a sixty year-old rock musician
confidence of a jittery caffeine addict
bubbly as a puddle of paint thinner
and yet,

artistry bravery clarity decency
eloquence fairness & gravitas.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

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Baseball Blues


This week’s Three Word Wednesday prompt is a good one: foolish, mercy, relish. Let’s see how you think I did.

Baseball Blues

Ketchup and relish dripped
Off the side of a hot dog
As the children watched,
Horrified by the home team.

Out after out after out,
The foolish men on the field
Couldn’t seem to make it;
Little shoulders drooped.

As the runs mounted higher
In the opponents’ favour,
The smallest began to cry
At his first baseball game ever.

The oldest lad, who had seen
It all -had caught a foul ball
Just last week- shared some
Wisdom with the group:

“You win some, you lose some.”
What mercy or comfort is in that?
The littlest fan wondered,
But dried his tears to cheer harder.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

It’s always disappointing when your team loses, especially if it’s the first time you’ve gone to see them in the stadium. I’m not really a sports person, normally. In fact, I can’t watch baseball- it’s like watching paint dry for me, haha. Hockey’s not bad on TV (I’m not insane enough to sell a leg to buy Leafs tickets), and lacrosse is awesome anywhere, but baseball’s really only fun if you’re playing.

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disappointed


disappointed

it was too much to hope
that someone could knead
my aching shoulders and back
after the day I had at work.

nearly melted from the heat
from the crush of customers,
my ears still ringing from the
overwhelming pandemonium.

so I stood in the shower,
head hung low in defeat,
while the pounding water
cleansed my aches instead.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011.

This is why I shouldn’t write poetry after a long day while feeling shitty. I get all morose.

Inspired by the prompt at Three Word Wednesday

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the Seasons Personified


Okay, so it’s not technically Wednesday anymore; I’m okay with that. I’m still posting a response to the Three Word Wednesday http://www.threewordwednesday.com/2011/04/3ww-ccxxxvi.html prompt.

The Seasons Personified

the last time I saw Spring
we had a tickle war and
she laughed and squealed
until she vomited violets
all over my lawn.

still, that’s better than
Winter’s cold tragic embrace;
evidently, he  hasn’t forgiven me
for hiding snowballs
in my freezer to scare Summer.

Autumn and I get along best,
I find, because neither of us
is deluded enough to think
that our time together is anything
more than an illusion.

© Bridget Noonan, 2011

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