Sans Love Poets just want to have Fun, too

Prose in the eye of the beholder:
Poems in the eyes of one's fingers... yes?

In ongoing challenge to write love poems without the word love in them -- here is one:
by Pat Darnell


my sweetest remembers

violins please

I think of you my dear

and I cannot breathe

as we walked in a park

near our house once

I go into
an arched tunnel
under memory lane

I know, it's not our lane

not our park

I know I have to stop waiting

our bond is ...well...

Never ends

We are always together

if we are all alone.

Phrases

by Pat Darnell

We men write poems
as if we are going
to be pinched
or scorned

You women write
like bored cats
pondering a mouse only
a foot away, easy prey

We men are felled, drained,
ears always trained
in urgent need to find
an end from the start

You women carry water
in pails on your heads
none splashing out
and no dust at your feet

We men say thunder
and bloody tempest
and "Gung Ho"

you women say dunner
and did you see
today's sunset "Oh!"

We men say heart
You say soul
And we say "Hell"
and "What is that about!"

We men hear a scream
and run to heed

You women bear a child
and turn to one another

We men are dodgy dads
and trust no others --
You, women,
...are mothers

Flood Gauge Fusion

As water rises'

we invent a new line dance

that sweeps the nation

its called the elevated couch...

Friction ridges

side to side

diagonally'

round and round

measure this dike

toe to heel

one step forward

two step' back!