Dear Sweet Forgotten Critters
(Silliness for a grey day)
Oh, mischievous bawd of words
Silk-shaggy fragments
Nocturnally-curious phrases
Snuffling apothegms
I have shepherded over the year
Clucking and snorting your importance
But never quite fitting any poetic pasture
Wild doodles of glory
Scribbled in the margins of my life
Like some lost love letter to Elvis
Shoved aside like expired sauerkraut
Left to stew in the raw juices
Of your own making
Corralled in the nethers of some closet
Hobnobbing with bent wire hangers
Dust balls hosted by spiders
But it’s June
And I’ve opened your giddy gates
Look both ways
Before crossing the page
Head home
When the streetlights come on
*No critters were harmed during this writing, and I apologize for any mess they might leave on your lawn.
16 thoughts on "Dear Sweet Forgotten Critters"
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What a poem! Such rich detail and that little disclaimer at the end just brought it home. Another wonderful write!
Thank you, H.A.! I went back and forth on the disclaimer but put it in at the last m0ment. Thanks for commenting on it!
Delightful read, Sylvia! I have to tell you that the sheep got me up at midnight last night – don’t know what they could have been up to . . .
LOL – Now, Nancy, they swore me to secrecy!
I love the tone in this poem and “wild doodles of glory.”
Thank you, Sue! And thanks to Shaun for tossing that word out yesterday and letting me borrow it today.
Silliness for a grey day is just what the doctor ordered. “Shoved aside like expired sauerkraut”!— what a line!
Thanks, Bill! Amazing how things in the back of the fridge can trigger a poem!
again, I see your verbs. “snuffles” conjures up a herd of pigs. love the addition of “Sweet” in the title. love “Giddy gates.” “When the streetlights come on” reminds me of the Lamplighter in The Little Prince
Thank you, Gaby! During the summer, my mother used to shove us out of the house first thing in the morning and tell us to come home when the streetlights came on. No helicopter parents back then!
Lololololololol
Awesome !!!!
” wild doodles ”
Lol……..so many doodles….
And sooooooo wild.
❤️
The details in this are luxurious and down to earth at the same time. I love the creative way you wrote this poem to include snippets of ways a poet writes, filtered with the whimsy of distraction. This was such fun to read.
Fun poem, Sylvia! Loved: “Wild doodles of glory\Scribbled in the margins of my life\Like some lost love letter to Elvis”
And I enjoy how you’ve let loose those that did not make the cut, though that deserve time in the sun.
FABULOUS! What is it about this grey day that is bringing out so many delightful poems I’ve read on LexPoMo today?! I can’t even choose a favorite line of yours—they are all scrumptious. I also love all the extras, like the parenthetical and the disclaimer! Oh, this one’s going to stick— “expired sauerkraut” actually goes bad?? 😂
Delightful poem, Sylvia!
Still laughing….especially at the disclaimer.
Yes, yes, yes! “Shoved aside like expired sauerkraut/Left to stew in the raw juices/Of your own making