Instead of all the dubious displays Of “Irishness” that make St. Pat's a bore I'd much prefer to celebrate the plays And other works that hail from Erin's shores. We shall arise and go to Innisfree, Then take a wake in Dublin, thoughts awhirl, Await Gogo and Didi's absentee, And lose the playboy of the … Continue reading March 17: It’s Not Easy Being Green
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March 16: A Bee in One’s Sonnet
As Strindberg hated Ibsen's plays and strove To set himself an equal opposite, And Hellman sued McCarthy as she drove Herself into the grave over the split, Such passionate antipathy excites, As legendary treasure does marauder, And spurs an artist to undreamed of heights, As Dostoevsky found Turgenev fodder. But I can't think of any … Continue reading March 16: A Bee in One’s Sonnet
March 15: What I Did On My Summer Vacation
It started out as every other break, A hovercraft sojourn to Timbuktu Where people find it hard to stay awake Amidst the singing tumbleweeds and shrews. But on the way, a tidal wave arose And washed away the lovely waterfall In which we always liked to dip our toes Before we caught the monorail to … Continue reading March 15: What I Did On My Summer Vacation
March 14: Under Cover
“Don't judge a book by its cover,” mother said, Implying, rightly, that the words inside Convey much more when actually read, Though there are writers who wish to misguide. If, when you crack the spine, you find within Dishonest arguments, a lazy mess, It's not surprising you would feel chagrin Because you lack the context … Continue reading March 14: Under Cover
March 13: Lemon Head
I spied a lemon hanging on a tree, As green as the surrounding leaves and of A height with my forehead. I laughed to see The danger of a bonking from above. And every time I passed the lemon tree I dodged at the last minute to avert Collision 'twixt the unripe fruit and me, … Continue reading March 13: Lemon Head
March 12: Darling Earbuds
I am afloat within a sea of sound; Distinctive whine of engine and the roar Of ventilation, and from down the ground The rumble, rubber tires on asphalt, more Atop it, stop announcements in a timbre Specific to the driver, and the voices Of others as around-between, they clamber- Cacophony: in it my heart rejoices. … Continue reading March 12: Darling Earbuds
March 11: The Grossness-Eaters
“Courage!” she said, and pointed with her nose And tail, with lifted paw, in perfect line, “For I sense that beneath that bushy rose, The origin of odors so divine.” Then with her scruffy mate the girl did leap And bury noses deep within the roots. They there discovered an abandoned heap, Which tasted to … Continue reading March 11: The Grossness-Eaters
March 8: The Genre Game
Once, Farce was playing cards with Tragedy, And both held hands that each believed would win. While both observed the needed pageantry, They both were very anxious to begin. First, Farce laid down a witty dowager And three fine fops who sought to win her hand, But countered Tragedy with late monsieur, So noble that … Continue reading March 8: The Genre Game
March 7: A Field Guide to Months
The month of March, reputed to arrive A roaring lion and depart a lamb, Instead, it was a whale about to dive That made to crush us like a battering ram. And then the whale dissolved into a flock Of black and orange monarch butterflies, Which then solidified into a hawk, Whose hunting call was … Continue reading March 7: A Field Guide to Months
March 6: The Road Taken
I took a shortcut shown me by a friend, And overshot my destination, though Instead of turning back towards that end, I chose the distant path I didn't know. The gate was locked, but easy to slip through, The road so steep that small steps were required, But in the elbow of a bend, the … Continue reading March 6: The Road Taken
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