Not sure what Limburger cheese thinks about how its odiferous essence affects diners, but I have heard that if you can get past the smell, the cheese itself is delightfully nutty and sweet! Adding “Try Limburger cheese at least once before I die…even if it kills me!” to my bucket list. heehee!
A Cheesy Limerick
From the Duchy of Limburg, now Liège hails a much controversial cheese though it smells like foul feet it tastes nutty and sweet slap a slice between rye if you please!
just listen let me talk nod your head give me an uh-hmm or two eye contact…i need eye contact and your time and your attention, your presence i need you to be present
i would do the same if you needed me too you know it’s true i’ve been there for you so i’m hoping it’s not too much to ask at least i hope not
and one more thing, well maybe a few, i don’t need you to fix anything or defend me or get mad or tell me what i should do i’d like to figure that out on my own, as i said all i need you to do is let me talk just listen
Off topic today for Na/GloPoWriMo2022. Couldn’t really go there just yet. but if you would like to give it a try, here’s a link:CLICK HERE.
Thought this was a good time for a ReVerse. Maybe bring me some closure. it’s been a rough year 2022, but i’m really trying to write a little bit every day.
Have a lovely end to your weekend…
A ReVerse Poem
death comes a-calling letting go to ride the wind, to fall to pieces, on bursts of breath Shadow follows close, a breath away we don’t want to be late (to) day’s fiery dénouement we’ll tip whistling kettle to cup, act like everything’s okay… curse the Muse, blow out the candles one by one think i’m gonna go unplug the moments after the rain because ignorance is bliss after all these years life cycles on, don’t look back, but if you do, (there’s) a cricket crooning loudly this is what growing up feels like spring on the cusp. i don’t want your opinion left in the wake of a visit from death
A ReVerse poem (a practice I started many years ago) is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time.
take care not to fill that cold space too soon left in the wake of a visit from death surrender to wafts of scent left behind departing remnants of life in a room savor the sweetness with each inhaled breath as memories of life shared fill your mind the world can spin on without you today turn off your phone, brew some tea, get some rest focus on you right now, grieving takes time for some days, months, more; there is no right way no reason or rhyme
Na/GloPoWriMo2022 - Day 16 Prompt: Write a Curtal Sonnet (see the description below). Since i am deep in the thick of it these days, taking full advantage of the Melancholy Muse who lurks in from the shadows to show her face in times like these.
The curtal sonnet consists of 10 lines written in iambic pentameter and a final line consisting of a single spondee (or foot consisting of two long or stressed syllables). Here's the rhyme scheme:
Line 1: a Line 2: b Line 3: c Line 4: a Line 5: b Line 6: c Line 7: d Line 8: b Line 9: c Line 10: d Line 11: c
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