Curly's twirly
frizzy's dizzy
Straight ain't crazy
wavy's straight
Hair can define
personality
Even predict
sexuality
Trixie is my muse, and she is sassy and opinionated.
Her ideas trump mine each time.
I am amazed and amused as she takes over each poem.
She takes no prisoners, and laughs at my consternation.
Assertive? No. Aggressive actually.
Determined. In charge.
Capable? Certainly.
I can hear her giggling when she wakes me
Usually around three a.m., the witching hour.
She blows a trumpet, clogs, whistles.
Whatever she has to do, to get my attention.
I start a poem and bam.
There is an ending I had never suspected.
Not occasionally. Almost every single time.
Trixie is my muse. She is a whirly-twirly girl.
She lives dazzling and sparkling.
She is joyful, and enthusiastic.
I am so lucky she is my muse
even if she smacks me upside the head sometimes.
Beautiful reddish gold leaves are turning too fast for me.
Cooler fall days are racing out of control toward autumn.
Living her twirly, whirly dance, activating fall brownies.
Wind chimes go crazy as feral leaf faeries swirl in the wind.
Throwing wasps out of their hiding places, enticing the owls.
It's way twirly, do my eyes deceive me
Is it dandruff from the gods, Santa's idea of funny?
Knock it off old man
Is this some kind of scam
Get back on your sleigh, you fat old chubby
There once was a girl who got off the couch,
she joined a dance class cause she was no slouch;
But- when others went this way,
her feet were just stuck in clay;
Spinning and grinning- she hit a wall - ouch !
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March 22, 2016
Poetry/Limerick/twirly girl
Copyright Protected, ID 16-770-938-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
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Twirly Things
by Odin Roark
Loneliness,
The ever-aware sadness never knowing,
Did stumble about untouched
Awaiting enigma’s shadow
To enter into the light.
Came that special day
It did awaken,
As curled atop summer grass
The young boy made simple discovery.
So unadorned came the moment,
As laying upon his back,
A mere release of breath
Sent dandelion umbrellas afloat,
Their landing a graceful message upon his chest…
“Awaken your heart,”
Did they whisper,
“For challenge awaits
beyond youthful innocence.”
So many years trailed behind,
Where among trampled grasses of trial and error
Memory’s favorite messenger,
This weed of delicate flight,
Remained his companion of conscience,
Childhood’s compassionate gift.
How precious was discovery,
Introduced once as a gently landing twirly thing,
Quietly delivering a weathered warrior called love,
Life's protection for man's vulnerable tenderness...
Within.
Swirly twirly,
Floating around,
Can't hear a single sound.
Swirly twirly,
Dancing along,
Listening to a tribal song.
Swirly twirly,
Bouncing away,
I will come back another day.
Tram stops Old lady asks "Am I twirly?"
Conductor looks up tram and shakes his head
On she gets and on we go
As a young lad on the way to school
I often wondered how old one had to be
To be Twirly
Three stops on the way were always empty
Three stops in a row
Trams all stopped
The area was bombed out
No complete houses stood
No one ever asked why they stopped
It made me proud to ride
With folks like that
Twirly or not