Forgot coffeeon counter applesin drainer feverishlynavigating roads slickwith worry concerningapples of your cheeksflushed fever-rednever noticing red lightrode late night onlycounteringyour argument perfectlytoo late to respondhaving forgotten black icenight-drainedconcertedjust how slick you can be.
For Mama Zen’s prompt to the Real Toads: HOMOPHONES
Very very cool I love countering a slick argument.
ReplyDeleteIt 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.
ReplyDeleteI like the metaphor 'cause I hate the slippery slick.
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ReplyDeletemuch love...
Interesting...I enjoy the subtly in the way you brought double meanings for words, Marian. The mental picture of apples in drainer, I like. :)
ReplyDeleteClever, clever! Well done, Marian.
ReplyDeleteNot 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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smile :)
ReplyDeleteblack ice - and a smooth tongue ARE very similar. Both are dangerous.
ReplyDeletewell conceived and penned, Marian ~
ReplyDeleteThe black ice.. yes that's hard both in conversations and when driving (actually bicycling can be even worse)..
ReplyDeleteAn excellent write, Marian. I, too, loved the image of the apples forgotten in the drainer.
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