Noise and confusion
when wildebeests congregate
for the great migration
zebras roam along
find safety in the millions
they are coming for greener lands
from Tanzania to Kenya
across the Mara River
where crocodiles wait
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NaPoWriMo April 15 prompt to be inspired by a stamp
“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?”
(Richard always asked questions. Even when he was giving an answer, he would speak the answer in the form of a question. Sometimes that made life miserable and misunderstood. Other times it brought clarity and enlightenment.)
“Was it rhubarb?”
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dVerse prompt using the line from The Wasteland by T S Eliot
“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.”
Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums
“Yesterday they won’t misplace the wrong words, and I will not be complicated.”
Jane Swanson, dVerse prompt to flip a poem
At the airport in Catania I am randomly stopped during the security scan. My hands are swabbed for explosives. I showered after digging into the ground at Mt Etna so there should be no residue on my hands where I held the small lava stones still hot from the last eruption. “Your telephone.” Huh, I just came through the scanner. “What?” I ask. She thinks I ask why? “Your telephone,” she stearnly repeats. My telephone number?” I ask. ( That is the only thing relatable to my telephone that I have on me.). “Your telephone,” the voice grows louder. My daughter intervenes and pulls my old card. Saves me from the young Sicilian security woman as I remember my telephone is on the conveyor belt waiting for me and I forget every telephone number I ever knew.. Lost in translation— who calls the cell phone a telephone anymore?
Here’s what to do when you haven’t a clue
and find yourself stuck in a muddle
It’s been raining all day but that’s okay
go outside and play in a puddle
If that doesn’t send confusion away
forget it find something to cuddle
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dVerse prompt on “muddle” quadrille
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