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Good Figure

Math’s a piece

of cake,

A constant slice

of PI,

a wedge that starts

In tiny tarts,

3, 1

4, 1

5.

 

Numbers

can be

suite.

All they need

is space.

some primary,

some binary,

the rest are aggregate.

 

Sum of all

is mold,

Parts of sum

are grate,

a mix that makes

so many cakes,

depending on your taste.

 

Otherwise–it’s Ordinary

every poet

needs a

Moose. . .

a stampeding

Winkle

to Rip

lid

from the

Bull.

 

every writer

needs a

Mouse. . .

–a pen pal

that clicks

just like a regular pen

–off and on–

guaranteeing

electrifying

output.

 

every wordsmith

needs a

Moos. . .

since having cows

is part of

it

–a process

of moon jumps

that define

bovine inspiration.

 

every artiste

needs a Maws. . .

a >^^<

that couldn’t

curse her

–note extraneous

“e”

(for electronic)

ubiquitous

hitchhiker.

 
 
 

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/ordinary/

4 Corners


 
 
I

Breathed out.

Loosing

Lizard Brain

that skittered

cross path

–tale switching
 
 
 
 
I

Breathed in.

Butterflies

folding

whitened flags,

–from which red had washed away

I

Picked a route.

–wary over river

in dew-soaked shoes I tripped

and righting–

every step I took

amplified the flow.

I

Relaxed.

Chary, still, of

distant

Rooster crow

–unaware

of dusk and dawn–

I

Felt

Pebble push afresh

in soul

–knowing

other

in another

I hadn’t noticed before.

I

shivered.

Wind combing

weight of hair,

sorting

snarls

unattended.

I

saw.

Leaves falling

to the left

inanimate and

animation,

wildflowers gilding right, and

dogged

behind—

I

Learned.

To fall

in ponds

To jump

in pools.

To

be the water and

fearless found

–an immersion so beautiful–

in truth,

I needed no

respite.

 

pretty soon…

we’ll only need 3 letters

in our alphabet:

O M G = God

Karen Robiscoe dba Charron's Chatter

 G M O = Food

          M O G = Language

. . .

It’s upsetting, frankly.

Think I’ll

GO

chant

OM

. . .

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