Fumbling in the dark

Napowrimo April 23rd, 2022

Today’s challenge is to write a poem in the style of Kay Ryan, whose poems tend to be short and snappy – with a lot of rhyme and sound-play. They also have a deceptive simplicity about them, like proverbs or aphorisms.

I read the prompt examples, but then found this one, it felt personal – The Best of It.

I was surprised how much I liked this form and took to it. So much so, I wrote two, one that has been stored as a memory for a few decades, the other happened this week.

A fumble for tokens,
and in the dark
the slot opens
I see flesh, skin
and sallow eyes
begin the show.
Surprise the view
no one here
just you and me,
me and you,
me on this hellish stool
open wide, pull me apart
look deep inside.
Another fumble,
another slot
who’s playing fool?
We both pay you fool.

In praise of Jack Lemmon

Original Cinema Lobby Card

Dear Out of Towners,
I feel your pain, the
way serendipity serves up
sour wine and rain and
breaks the ignition and
leaks polish lakes on brogues, and
insists you thank your luck
for jump leads unsold.
Let he who with giants fight
put on his plucky socks and
not diminish his paths
nor flight to higher planes
or jobs. And when his bones
are rattled to death
by his ancient campervan,
then he too will be a man,
like Jack Lemmon.

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