Going Gothic? Gross at Least -- a Poem for dVerse Poetics Day and Friday Writings
filipendulous
'twas most embarrassing
most I've ever been
hanging from a thin thread
a big glob of snot
a thin yellowish thread
slimy sticky stream
out from my nose dangling
holding glob from fall
onto my chest would fall
sneeze was bad enough
bad, embarrassing me
table of twenty
nineteen were watching me
left my hanky home
host handed a cloth
napkin shiny silk
loosened by dreadful sneeze
mine was on the floor
grateful and humbled big
fiancé's rescue
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- Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved
- Prompt Word furnished by Kim, hosting dVerse Poetics today at
- The word from Kim's list was used as my title, filipendulous, which means "hanging by something thin." "
- Click here to read other's efforts' the fruit from others using the words they have chosen.
- I'm also linked with Magaly at the Friday Writings #85 though I've declined her very impressive prompt material. I've been busy doing church work (VBS cadre) and have a lot of catching up to do. Most will choose an option she offers. See the work for all who are writing for her this week at
- The first part of my poem reminds me of one time my sister coughed:
sister's memories vary, she remembers best how I taught her to avoid smoking cigarettes. By some illicit means known only to me I had acquired a pack. We went down to the creek and 'smoked.' I think Lois smoked two.
She claims they made her sick. I only remember a lot of coughing and meaningless words from her. To this day I can't recall how I ever convinced her to 'smoke' the second.
My other favorite memory is teaching her to drive Dad's pickup. I taught a lot of girls and women to drive, maybe even ten. My kids count for two of them. Lois was always a bad driver. Once on the way home from school she ran over a neighbor's mailbox. Another time later in life she ran right into someone and totaled out a very nice Oldsmobile she and hubby, Jim. W, owned. [purloined from a previous post of mine, at
She claims they made her sick. I only remember a lot of coughing and meaningless words from her. To this day I can't recall how I ever convinced her to 'smoke' the second.My other favorite memory is teaching her to drive Dad's pickup. I taught a lot of girls and women to drive, maybe even ten. My kids count for two of them. Lois was always a bad driver. Once on the way home from school she ran over a neighbor's mailbox. Another time later in life she ran right into someone and totaled out a very nice Oldsmobile she and hubby, Jim. W, owned. [purloined from a previous post of mine, at
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Labels: Dark, dark poetry, dVerse prompt, Fiction, Friday Writings, Gothic Fiction, Humor(?), Lois, Poem
posted by Jim @ 7/14/2023 01:08:00 AM
14 comments
14 Comments:
Oh Jim! I was worried no one would choose that word and then you and Kim both had fun with it! I just wish I hadn’t read yours while eating my lunch!
Ugh - I just ate! Great poem!
That sounds devastating... hope you were among the best of friends
I remember those days from elementary school! Carrying a handkerchief was a must! I got a cold or two every winter. My nose blow was gross and my teacher sent me out in the hall when I had to blow my nose. A great poem of gross memories, Jim. Love it.
Oy VEY! Poor Jim!
TBH, I think we've all been there!
Much love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Oh dear!!! LOL.... misery indeed!
Wonderfully disgusting, lol.
Life's little gross-outs...if they're the most embarrassing things that happen to us, we're lucky.
Filipendulous is an appetizing new word now in my vocabulary and, like some embarrassments in your life, makes me see how things suspended sometimes can be quite gross. :)
Oh, my... Great word! I have visions now of little children who don't know how to blow their noses yet, and whose parents let those "lambs legs" (my mother called them that, is that what everyone calls them?) hanging down. Ick! Always want to wipe their faces!
You weren't kidding, eeewww! Now I have the grosses of images in my head. Points for imagery.
Oh me, oh my!! I am giving thanks that I still have breakfast waiting for me. LOL.
Oh gross! I'm glad I read this after my dinner. :)
Anyway, great job with the prompt word.
How gross, Jim. Can't imagine the embarrassment!
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