12.10.2014

Shut Down Due to Ice

Forgot coffee
on counter apples
in drainer feverishly
navigating roads slick
with worry concerning
apples of your cheeks
flushed fever-red
never noticing red light
rode late night only
countering
your argument perfectly
too late to respond
having forgotten black ice
night-drained
concerted
just how slick you can be.

For Mama Zen’s prompt to the Real Toads: HOMOPHONES

12 comments:

  1. Very very cool I love countering a slick argument.

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  2. It sounds like a very tricky ride. One of my phobias is driving on slipperyness, so I resonated with this poem. Great metaphor for the traversing of arguments, too, kiddo.

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  3. I like the metaphor 'cause I hate the slippery slick.

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  4. Interesting...I enjoy the subtly in the way you brought double meanings for words, Marian. The mental picture of apples in drainer, I like. :)

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  5. Clever, clever! Well done, Marian.

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  6. Not slick and not fever 'read' but this poem reminded me of when my dad rode his horse through the blizzard about 14 miles to get my mom some medicine from town when she was very ill with something I never knew what it was. The country roads were all snowed shut for cars but it seemed she had a big need for the meds.
    ..

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  7. black ice - and a smooth tongue ARE very similar. Both are dangerous.

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  8. well conceived and penned, Marian ~

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  9. The black ice.. yes that's hard both in conversations and when driving (actually bicycling can be even worse)..

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  10. An excellent write, Marian. I, too, loved the image of the apples forgotten in the drainer.
    K

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