In order to self-motivate and to ensure I write each day, I signed up for word of the day emails. Now, I get a word in my inbox every morning and by the end of the day write a new piece either incorporating the word or encapsulating its meaning.

That's the idea anyway.

Please enjoy.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

riposte

pointed words fly
as they spar
goodnatured seemingly
each riposte sparks anew
a thrust or parry
until one misplaced
sentiment misaligned
and blood drawn
wounds unchecked
may fester and force
a conclusion

Friday, May 25, 2018

homogeneous

they sit
in their rows
homogeneous
to the eye
but inside
a riot
a mess
with worlds
 and worlds
of difference
judge not
just by your eyes
or beautiful multiplicity
will pass you by

Thursday, May 24, 2018

cajole

At some point, I'll stop waiting.
I'll cease to mollycoddle and cajole;
hoping that you'll see me.

I'll stop reaching out when you disappear,
like Patience sat waiting here
for your return...
for you to learn.
For me to learn.

At some point, I'll be gone.
Weary of waiting; I'll move on.
And someday, maybe, you'll notice
the empty space that once was
me.

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

petard

set the fuse and run
and from a distance
watch and wait
for the petard's retort
you find your sport
in dropping bombs
with aplomb and
laughing at the aftermath
you aim for mischievous
but settle for malicious
no low-key Loki
but a non-jokey Joker
you enjoy the destruction
you cause to occur

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

garrulous

would I were
tongue tied
instead
tongue tired
a wild horse
garrulous I gallop
across the silence
hooves pounding
out inanities
and whinnying
my wild theories
on those or that
or the other or these
with barely pause to breathe
so twitterpated am I
in your company

Monday, May 21, 2018

raillery

you, my youthful enemy
now, my dearest friend
how it happened, who can say
I cannot comprehend
hostility transformed
rivalry became raillery
and words and wit
no more to wound
my wounds instead they balm
it's you I turn to now
for laughter or for calm
the world is hard and often I
feel lonely or feel lost
bewildered and befuddled
and my heart tempest-tossed
but, brother mine,
you make me laugh
or cry along with me
it makes me oh, so happy
that you're my family


Sunday, May 20, 2018

besot

discovery intoxicates like
christmas morning
jubilation
the gift
of anticipation
besots her brain
diminishing
past devastation
as she swims
in the sensation
of hopeful expectation