EmptyBottle
the orchid leaned over its shadow, mesmerized by the shape
of its long, lean limbs as they swayed in
the summer breeze.
As night approached, it grew taller and more disdainful
the orchid developed a fear of its shadow, which mocked and towered
over her. She turned from it
and hid her face in her quivering leaves
When the stillness of the evening overtook,
she gathered up her courage and dared to look…
But Shadow was gone, and she rested peacefully,
Only
to have it return
the next day
Poor sweet orchid. I envisioned her weeping in her leaves.
lo
*Monday Morning Elevator*
There was a beach bum from Nantucket,
with an eyebrow so long he should pluck it.
With his tweezer in hand, and his shoe full of sand…
… not many words rhyme with “Nantucket.”
I like this poem. It is sweet. I wish I had some clever rhyme to type but I don’t…now I feel like a loser.
Nice, Char. How about bucket. Or **** it. Just kidding…not allowed on my blog!
Tuck it.
Suck it (like a baby on a thumb, people).
Truck it.
Uh, that’s all I got.
Yeah – I was going to use Suck it… but that too closely resembled the original limerick from Nantucket…