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Monday

Night Gnomes




A couple of elves take the load off ourselves.

Methinks that there might just be gnomes in the night,
Who hammer unseen to their own just delight.
They jammer just so,
And grin with each blow,
But never neglect what they need not to know.

When stuff disappears or perhaps is mislaid,
These two are to blame in the victim’s tirade.
For sure, none but they
Would squirrel stuff away.
Well-played, little nasty night gnomes. So well-played.

And if any notions arise and raise ire,
No nonsense worth nickering draws friendly fire.
Two patsies, this pair
Are caught unaware.
“The gnomes must have done it” is all we require.

Though no one has seen them, we know they exist.
And thankfully, by them our gripes are dismissed.
For these evil twins
And their secret sins
Do vanish each day in the new morning mist.
c2017 by Linda Ann Nickerson




Image:
Adapted by this user from vintage artwork.


This poem was posted in response to these prompts:
April A to Z Blog Challenge
National Poetry Writing Month / NaPoWriMo
Meme Express: “just so”
#atozchallenge
#napowrimo


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Tuesday

Coming clean




Because a change of season is good reason to let the breeze in.

Coming clean

The clock is shifting. Months unwind.
It’s time to leave the rest behind.
The snuffs that emanate from stuff
Must be removed. I’ve had enough.

In flowing force, I fill four crates
With fashions from my shifting weights.
I slide the boxes to the stairs.
Continuation? No one cares.

The rhythm of the season calls.
It’s nearly time to deck the halls.
No pressure but my urge to sort;
Decluttering’s Olympic sport.

Throw up the windows; catch a gust.
Arrange the knick-knacks. Kick up dust.
The vacuum sings its favorite keen.
C’mon, who says a whistle’s clean?
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson





This poem was posted in response to these prompts:

31 Days of Poetry and Writing: Write about a home you left behind. (13)
31 Writing Prompts: What is your favorite thing to do in the fall and why? (13)
OctPoWriMo: “flowing” – with “slide,” “emanate,” “continuation,” “pressure,” and “rhythm”



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Image/s:
Adapted from public domain image –
Vintage photo
31 Days logo – created by this user,
including public domain artwork.

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Vestiges of Voyages: A-Z verses from vintage visages



Vestiges of Voyages
A Rhyming Gale on Setting Sail

I don’t feel much like working here.
I’d rather be a buccaneer
And sail to sites still off the charts,
Adventuring in vacant parts.

I’d like to claim an honored quest,
With very valued goal obsessed.
Veracity is here required:
The husband recently retired.

My inspiration’s growing thin
Amid the daunting daily din.
Here’s my complaint and earnest plea:
“Turn down that mindless day TV!”

The furniture is rearranged,
And objects frequently are changed.
I cannot find my own supplies,
Which vanish right before my eyes.

Fresh recipes do scent the air.
New spices fill our kitchenware.
Strange objects now arise, appear:
New guest soaps, dishrags – there and here.

Forgive me, friend, for running on.
The pills may spill. We’re overdrawn.
We’ve met a crossroads in our life.
I’m not sure now who is the wife.

So hoist the sails, mate. Sally forth!
Strap headphones on, for what they’re worth.
I’m concentrating on my task.
And sipping from a dreamer’s flask.

To self-employment still resigned,
This pirate cannot fall behind.
I’ll hit the high seas in my mind.
c2016 by Linda Ann Nickerson


This poem was posted for the April A to Z Blogging Challenge and National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), as well as these prompts:




Image/s:
Public domain photo –
 vintage image

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