A poem a day keeps the cobwebs off my keyboard. |
| A place for the poetry that I will need to write now that I made a special book for it. |
The world with annoying noises abounds, But in my ear I hear only sweet sounds. TV’s Miss Rachel only mouths the words, Her saccharine warblings will go unheard. For in my ear, you nestle so snugly, And block out all the voices that bug me. There’s podcasts and music and hockey scores, Information, the news and so much more. I can e’en answer the phone if you call, No one will hear you, so you can tell all. People think to myself I do mutter, Or talk to ghosts like some kind of nutter. But when they complain, my head I just nod, And thank Apple for my little AirPod. 14 Lines Prize Prompt: The most nonsensical thing to write an Ode to. |
| It starts with a gurgle, as if it would choke, then it bubbles a bit, so I start to hope - but nothing comes out, no, not yet. A minute a cup? I’ll take that bet. In the icy morning air, a bit of steam, but still from the spout there is no stream. The pot is still empty and so is my cup - I begin to wonder why I even got up. Maybe a pot never boils if you watch it. The coffee may brew if it thinks I forgot it. So, I turn my head and whistle a tune, Andy Griffith Show, but still too soon. To the coffee’s appearance I pretend to not even care, and to the toaster attend. I adjust the dial, and brush up the crumbs. I’ve been standing so long, my leg is numb. I know that it’s working, the light is on. Oh, a drip! a drop! it’s just plopped upon, the lid of the pot and now it’s dripped through! There’s one hundredth of my coffee brewed. 20 Lines Written for "PromptMaster !" Task Prompt: Write a poem that makes the reader wait. |