Surreal Stories, Very Tall Tales
Darkness rain falling
Daisy petals sweet chanting
He loves not loves me?
Sunrise raindrops cease
Daisy’s center sunshine song
Loves me bright yellow
Snowfall white velvet
Paperwhites’ leaning forlorn
Love as confusion
Periwinkle peeking
Renewal vernal waking
Passion evergreen
Steadfast love certain
In ultramarine satin
Tango daring red
Merlot warmth comfort
Onyx carnelian and pearls
Evenings slow dancing
Chickadee
Maple sheltered fully safe
Nest and song
Rose garden
Under spruce blue velvet chair
Great novel
Near meadow
Buzz buzz buzz buzz bees
Pink cosmos
Honey toast
Out to play sun strong
Morning walk
Peasant blouse
Chinoiserie set
Linen skirt
Tuxedo
Curled up nap dressed up
Feline friend
Strawberry
Scones buttered content
Breathe deeply
Tree frog song
Towhee gentle trill
Shoes removed
Ivory
Old lace abandoned
Iced champagne
Wire hanger
Unworn dust shapeless
Ring and dress
Blackberries
Rooted deep passage
Pathway blocked
No new love
Forever a wait
Eternal
Gown ghostly
Bach flute concerto
Rise full moon
Sometimes, when you wake up on a Monday morning, and it’s overcast, and you want sun instead, you feel like writing a super silly rhyme story in limerick form, in maybe three verses. So, here you go. It’s kinda rainy outside, but my imagination needs an outlet inside.
Should I write about a chair?
One that’s pink with unusual flair?
Or a chair with no back that’s really a stool?
And sit on it in the morning when I eat my gruel?
Or should I write about a secret lair.. one where in private, instead of shaving my legs, I use Nair*?
What if I write about a car that’s blue?
One that’s shaped like a Mary Jane shoe?
One that reaches a super high speed?
And will let no other race car take the lead?
Or how about a bright orange flatbed that’s new?
What if I write about a dress?
One on which I’ve spilled, and made a really stained mess?
One that was ivory and now looks brown?
One that now matches my dirty tin crown
But then I could write about how I like Lima beans, I confess.
*Nair is a copyrighted, trademarked, or whatever, product, and should be utilized when you wear short shorts.
Rose without acanth
Of a love’s softness unpierced
But secret dangers
Red stilettos pair
On backstreet cobblestones click
Meeting of lovers
Wisteria parts
Opened floral curtain door
Set corner table
Absinthe awaits kiss
Beware its false possession
Trickster cocktail strong
Whispers I love you
But warnings of winds and cold
Raven sees stirring
Tuxedoed lover
Danger a deceitful tale
Fool’s gold diamond set
Not logical love
Retrieved a crumpled parchment
Wrinkles pressed unfold
Flaws firm accepted
But corvid’s warning repeat
Voice of thorn careless
Caution danger here
A past’s thistle sting secret
Hidden betrayal
Maddening disguise
Triangles befuddle
Isoceles hex
To hexagon spell
Indiscretions’ clumsy spills
Hurricane feelings
————–
Damselfly beauty
Blue of sky water lover
Alight on lily
Crow’s raucous canto
Her corral fence catwalk strut
To yard brings the boys
Reading summertime
Blue silk Bach on terrace played
Robins rendezvous
Of an afternoon
Wind’s prestidigitation
Shine silver maple
Cecile practices flute.
Keys, gently pressed –
Pink snapdragons
Sprout.
Sonata breathes
Fire
Violin’s bow piques
Zinnias
Growth blankets orchestral
Floor.
And roses, Sterling
Beauty.
Joy in housework.
Bouncing washing machine
Yields
Tulips, yellow.
Hyacinth, blue.
Wardrobe dusted-
Who knew that polish multiplies
Dandelions?
For wine.
And greens, sauteed.
Tiny white blossoms of Irish
Moss
When cursive words,
Written?
Fountain pen scratches.
Miniature poppies?
No, lichen.
Desk drawers opened.
Ranunculus revealed.
Red velvet Rachmaninoff.
Orchestra paints daisies in
Watercolor,
Wisteria, oil on
Canvas.
Clouds release mist,
And moonflower,
Soft.
Vintage maps, unfolded
No cities.
Only geraniums,
Red and white
Follow roads and rivers made of
Pine cones, phlox, lavender.
Seas of lilies, lotus, and lace.
GPS says, destination reached –
One millionth fir on your
Left.
Never get lost –
One pink rose
Falling water’s sound
Sequoias
Afternoon
Shade’s respite advance
Scent drunk in
Tale whispered
Telling happiness
Undisguised
Removed shoes
Cool water pleasure
Laughter splash
Lavender
Swim velvet sunset
Together
Celebration on Saturn’s third ring –
Were it made of cooled chartreuse
Silk
Party bus departs Earth at 7 pm., if buses were
Rockets
Cupid, honored guest, were his quiver full, arrows,
Poised
Alas, Love trapped on Mars, a prisoner of
War
Arrows,
Confiscated
But Love will be freed, as always he outsmarts
Hate –
Time is the
Key
Instead,
Party on Third Avenue West,
Made of ordinary
Pavement –
Fifth ranch on the
Left
Cocktails, flowing.
Car keys, locked away.
Love, definitely present, in all its
Forms.
Friendship, familial, romantic.
Anything but ordinary.
Red velvet mischief,
Ivory silk and champagne
Blue linen and gin
Silver satin and sidecars,
Pink organza and Bees Knees
Go ahead,
Fall
Let yourselves go.
Into red roses, yellow tulips, garden full of
Moonflower –
To Lena Horne and Stormy Weather
Go ahead, fall.
What illuminates?
A chickadee’s song, a crow’s call, on the margins of an early summer morning.
A window box full of red and white petunias, and hummingbirds buzzing, sipping on the periphery of a kitchen window – A July or January day, depending, of course, on one’s hemispheric environs.
The gift of a hug around the circumference of a big maple tree’s trunk on a scarlet autumn day –
The hug returned even more brightly illumines.
To see a loved dog on a walk with their dedicated human on a rainy spring day. Depending on how hard the rain, the human might not be smiling, but the pup almost surely is.
A bumblebee alight on the radius of a little yellow lion’s mane –
Bee working their summer afternoon shift.
Rain dancing softly on a roof to Handel’s Water Music.
A good book,
A cat’s contented purr.
Brilliant paintings in the margins of our stories,
All.
Rebellious Hazelnuts 