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February Poem #11

…to a spork

it’s a portmanteau
with breakable, too short tines,
and plastic bowl, too shallow
spoon and fork combined
good for neither, needs a redesign


Can you tell I’m not a fan of these clumsy hybrid utensils. I’d rather eat with my fingers than fight with one of these things! I should note that there have been a number of redesigns since it first came on the scene in the late 19th century. They all look rather odd, and equally useless. Though some have been given longer tines (apparently I’m not the only one bothered by that design flaw!) which does, I suppose improve the fork function. But…what’s wrong with toting a spoon and a fork if that’s what you need? It’s not like they take up a lot of space. Just a thought. 😉🤣

February Poem #10

…to the rain

dark clouds brimming, burst
a cascade of droplets flow
sating a world that thirsts
sweetened breezes blow
tender shoots break ground in afterglow


February Poem #9

…to winter blooms

just a kiss of sun
woos them from the frozen ground
persian blue speedwell blossoms
henbits, ruby crowned
braving winter’s nip, new life abounds


February Poem #8

…to the sky

it’s an illusion
alchemy, refracted rays,
prismatic wave diffusion,
molecules at play,
amber dusk vistas, azure by day


February Poem #7

..to climate change

say “global warming”
and clueless fools will proclaim,
it’s not real, it’s freezing…
your theory is lame
post disaster, they’re first to complain


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