Without further ado, my bit of nonsense for this week...
The Big S'More
Although I remember how
we set fires, gave
them
the names of gods,
how love
was a natural disaster,
the only red cross
drawn in blood,
now that I'm a
marshmallow
pushed on a stick
licked by a mortal fire
I find I'd rather think
of Monty Python
old songs
puppies
until
the Big S'More.
~April 2018
Note: For those unacquainted with this delicacy, read here for all things S'more.
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oh damn. lol. they make these things called S'more kits. I'm not kidding, because my company is going to be selling the damn things at an event next month, and I'm in charge of figuring out how to sell them.
ReplyDeleteI have no idea if I'm gonna be able to pull a 55 out of Brendan's prompt from the other day, which I'm eyeing, but my first 5 pens for Napowrimo were all 55's, so there you go.
And I'm with you on puppies, something completely different, tunes that might have been on vinyl, and chocolate. ~
GAH on selling kits to make those godawful nasty things--I hate them, despite the lure of melted chocolate which normally I couldn't resist--probably because I ate WAY too many back when I was a 12 year old Girl Scout.Looking for the link for this, I saw recipes where people made them in ice cream cones--ugh--or worse yet, whole cast iron frying pans full. *retches* Anyway, I've been enjoying your progress through NaPoWriMo--and that last 55, skip, I think you titled it, is one of my favorites of yours ever. Please attempt to have a kickass weekend, sir.
DeleteJoy, re WP and blogger - I use a blogger account to comment on blogger sites, that just says' visit my main WP blog'. you could do the same for WP - set up a dummy site, with one post that points back to blogger. stupid, yeah, but whatever works, and easier than fighting the disconnect.
Deleteyou looked up smores kits? cat, curiosity, death, you know the drill. i think i'll watch the lumberjack skit, and maybe the not dead yet scene, and close with dessert of silly walks.
Laughin at the Monty--we watched Holy Grail the other night and I *still* crack up thinking about the anarcho-socialist serfs. That's an idea about WP--I'm going to try playing with my script blocker first, tho--honestly haven't had this happen in a long time.
Deleteit could be that whole Mercury retrograde thing and other planet wars - I know of several on both platforms who are having a ton of problems in the wiring - which makes for complete frustrations, no doubt.
DeleteI used a bogus email address (unlinked to blogger) to sign into Wordpress and it lets me in.
DeleteI actually have a Word Press ID, tho not a blog, and somehow that was what was causing the problem, as when I logged out and used a different account ID I had no issues--who knows what kind of juju is going on! Just glad I was able to finally comment. Thanks for the support and suggestions. And yes, willow, I agree, the planets love to mess with us.
DeleteAw. Puppies and s'mores. I'll have what you're having! This is a kindness and physics a smile. And what a reprieve from the first stanza's pyrotechnics, lines writ with burning pen: "... love / was a natural disaster,/ the only red cross / drawn in blood ..." Ooh lah in a gadda da vida ... My battlefield still smoulders today, but that's not keeping me from wishing you a kick-ass weekend.
ReplyDeleteMy 55: https://blueoran.wordpress.com/2018/04/06/latinate/
B, I've tried several times to post a comment at your place--apparently the war between wordpress and blogger is once again on. I will return and try again later. Thanks for you comment here--made me smile as I hoped to make the reader smile. For a change. ;_)
DeleteGRRRRRRR--still no luck. I am not about to give up, however. Tomorrow is another day.
DeleteDon't worry, Hedge. Seems like the Technical Gods are finding Poetry too much of a bother. Some gremlin algorithm is turning us away. Rotsa ruck with that one.
DeleteIt finally allowed me in under another sobriquet--so I luxuriously and verbosely commented all over the place. Very satisfying, and thanks for bearing with me.
DeleteI'll be out of pocket this morning, so I have turned comment moderation off, allowing everyone to post their link so others can see and read or visit as they choose--will turn it back on when I return this afternoon.
ReplyDeleteYou and I are both in silly mode this morning! I know that I, too, have less and less interest in the things i once thought were so intensely exciting, and more and more interested in things i once thought were boring. Long live "boredom", it's awesome.
ReplyDeleteBoredom is only surpassed in deliciousness by its evil twin sister, sloth. ;) Thanks, Shay.
DeleteLOL re Shay's comment. After a lifetime of love being a natural disaster, boredom feels pretty sweet to me, too. I totally loved this. You and Shay have set me up for the day.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sherry. Glad you liked.
DeleteI couldn't agree more; boredom/boring is always good news (for me, anyway). A coffee, my slippers and a good book-that's my drama-free wish for the weekend. Have a great weekend guys!
ReplyDeleteHere's my 55:
http://smellthecoffeeweb.blog/2018/04/06/courageous-heart/
Vivian--SO glad to read you. I tried to leave a comment on your exhilarating 55, but was unable to--I will try again in the morning. Sometimes word press does not like me. :(
DeleteNo worries☺
DeleteIt's been a long time since I wrote a "55" (had a blog dedicated to this concept a few years back) - so I'm here, rusty for the nails, have somewhat forgotten how difficult in the neurosis it can be when editing so critically. Argh. But good for the soul none the less - so here I am - shyly offering up my first 55 in a long time. (okay, I cheated for Shay in an email this morning - test drive nerves, but this is a different one, I swear)
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for reviving this prompt idea Joy, I'm sure Galen (although I'm pretty sure I didn't have the chance to meet him) is spiritedly smiling for the pleasure.
Re: the big S'More
I don't think - actually I know, I've never had a s'more - burnt blackened marshmallows for the thinking they were actually spiced Cajun, yeah, but never a s'more - but I like the burnt part of a marshmallow skin - must be the caramelization that sets me off - but you had me right at the naming of fire - and I was hooked. And I agree, all hail and praise for the Pythons please, serve me up a big bowl of buttery popping Brit humour and I'll be grateful to have lived, by the light of mortal fire.
Okay, before I forget: my 55 for the week:
http://papertiger88.blogspot.ca/2018/04/untitled-fine-dining.html
Thanks for the lavish comment and kind words, and for your brilliant 55--really right up my dark alley and makes me even gladder to have discovered your writing. The 55 has been my go-to form since Galen introduced me to it for exactly the reasons you mention--('difficult in the neurosis'!)It *makes* me write to pattern, which makes me think, condense, shape and actually behave like a writer, not just some wild-eyed looperkin goosing along on a word rush. It can be a bear though.
DeleteOn a sidenote, be grateful to the Fates that you have never had a plateful of S'Mores stuffed down your pudgy 12-year-old cheeks. ;) (The carmelized skin is the best part of a marshmallow, but the sweetness of everything else, not to mention the sticky goo that drips all over you as you bite into it,is nothing but overkill.)
Yes - write to pattern, form - but I admit, sometimes I'm absolutely guilty of
Delete- just some wild-eyed looperkin goosing along on a word rush -
and I love it, the rush - just for the words, to maybe eventually tease something out - pull a few strings and strands that might end being fruit for a superb piece ... but yeah, guilty as charged - and here's the beauty of what you've said: only a true, crafted wordsmith/person/woman/witch would be able to fashion such a brilliant line as that! You totally are such a breath of fresh and scouring pure air! (I hope that is understood as a compliment)
as for S'Mores: sounds like the making of a diabetic coma material/foodstuff ...
My theme today seems to be an echo of your own, from a slightly different angle. I began my triptych here last week and it seems fitting to conclude in 55 words. Thank you, Joy, for keeping that fire burning so we can roast a marshmallow or two.
ReplyDeletehttp://kerryoconnorsother.blogspot.co.za/2018/03/the-rag-and-bone-shop-part-i.html
P.S. The link says Part I but the post has all parts - feel free to skip down to Part III.
DeleteEnjoyed all three, and the way they unfold together, Kerry. Thanks for playing and sharing your artful words--I was strongly reminded of Elliot as well as Yeats.
DeleteLafayette, I am here. because I fumbled it yesterday in forgetting the day of the week, I tried extra hard to do well for this today. I hope you like what I've done.
ReplyDeletehttp://fireblossom-wordgarden.blogspot.com/2018/04/the-woman-who-does-not-trust-roses.html
Like what you've done? You might say that. Yeesh woman, you are just the best. I'd say this was perfect, exquisite, yadda yadda, but every cliche superlative should be ashamed to even show its face next to it. Your gift is a shining light.
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ReplyDeleteI have 55 words here:
https://othermary.wordpress.com/2018/04/07/inscrutable/
As always, thank you and have a kick ass weekend.
So happy to see you here, Mary--and good luck with the poem a day--it's fun and very helpful too when the habit of writing has gotten away from us and the muse is hiding.
DeleteSimple thoughts about simple things ending in a marshmallow actually fulfilling its destiny as a bit of sweet mixed with a sweet sitting on a sweet cracker; all thought can end at the taste buds.
ReplyDeleteBe Well kiddo and enjoy both the fire and the treat.
alas late is never an evil or so my wife has taught me/ here we is
For those wanting to read, here is the link to Mark's 55:
Deletehttps://themanwhowalksalonewalksfaster.blogspot.com/2018/04/some-days-it-feels-right-to-not-know.html
I really got into the swoosh of yours, Mark--yes that's what age feels like, and time is the sand in the peanut butter that sticks and and scratches going down. Thanks for playing, and please finish off the weekend in a kickass way if possible.
Wow, I never expected that blazing first stanza to melt into Monty Python and puppies! Love it!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Even I get tired of being grim all the time. ;_)
DeleteMany,many thanks to everyone who came by to read or to play. See you next week!
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