A tanka for Three Word Wednesday. Deviant, minuscule, trivial.
I like words!
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.
I’m in such a wonderful mood today! Buzzing with the energy of spring, I think. That, and sitting the patio of my favourite pub with a great friend, nachos and a pint of beer is the best way to dine- we don’t have to do the dishes! 😛
Onto the reason you came here: poetry! This is just something I scribbled down.
untitled or happiness or to be decided when it’s finished
Time is a fickle beast,
Making fools of us all.
At one instant, time leaps forward
And others, it slows to a dreary crawl.
But always the company of friends
Brings wonder and joy to the time we have.
An hour of laughter can mean more
Than a week alone. Home may be where
The heart lives, but love is best found
With a good book, or great companions.
© Bridget Noonan, 2011.
I’m still fixing some other Fibonacci poems, but they’ll be up here before too long. And that bout-rime is still giving me headaches. Plus my novel, but I made a breakthrough with that earlier today, so it will hopefully be much easier from now on.