Moody Tuesday

[DieterM]

Soon it will be June,
And it’s been raining since December.
Larks have grown interdigital webbing,
People are wearing swimfins, diving masks and snorkels,
Atlantic cods swim by in front of the office window.
As I gaze out, I recognize
The last drop of my will
Mingling with the raindrops.

[Haunted]

I didn't get it at first, "interdigital webbing" threw me off. These days when I see the word "web" I think of the Internet. On second read everything just clicks. "Atlantic cods swim by in front of the office window" is the most fun you can have on days that bring you down. Hope the sun has returned, if only just to celebrate this delicious piece (now I'm thinking of cod on the grill....)

[DieterM]

how do you do this? no sooner have I read your comment & wishes for sun on here than indeed a ray managed to tear apart the cloud coating and go straight down on me! thanks for that ;-) and thanks for commenting. oh, and don't bother telling me you DID get your cod on the grill today, barbecued in fantastic spring sunshine… I might just go and jump from the Eiffel Tower (into a deep puddle, that is) ;-))

[cafolini]

It's a good thing that the last drop is washed away so that anything else can be seen. Paris, c'est une blonde. LOL

[Delta40]

It's strange but I was going to say: Atlantic cods swim by in front of the office window. is a good line but it isn't smoothly written. Imagining cod swimming past my office window, they'd glide and shoot past without a hitch and that isn't the way the sentence runs if you get my meaning.

I love your work though Dieter and it's a pleasure to read you.

[Jerrybaldy]

You saved it in the ending just as I felt you had been swept away in the metaphor.

[DieterM]

thanks for commenting, everybody! Dear delta, yes, I understand what you wanted to say. Yet I didn't "see" cod glide by gracefully as they would do in their natural environment, but rather swim by awkwardly, me looking out, them looking in, both with huge, unblinking fish-eyes ;-)
Ah, and Jerrybaldy, wouldn't I rather have been "washed away" by the metaphor? ;-)
Glad you liked my little rant, anway :-) (and for the record, it's still raining…)

[virtuoso]

I like the sarcastic wit entwined in your poem. The Cod swimming by your window is a hilarious exaggeration. I like it! Summer will break through yet, and test your resolve! I have written a poem on my summer experience. Ignore the end rhyme. I know you do not like it. Here it is.


Summer Resolve

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The first, carefree summer day a somnolent tune doth swagger
An intense heat hovers then releases a permeable dagger*
Sapped of inner resolve, at noon retired to shaded bower, a truant lagger
At eventide, resuscitated from the cool respite, from my shielded lair did stagger

The next, searing day shorn of shirt and shoes but with my dignity intact
I alight from my screened porch assured that my taut skin would the beaming waves refract
A soothing, afternoon breeze ripples; my chest hairs retract
Trapsing along, unencumbered by the elements, I skip through the manicured tract

My bare feet absorbing the ground's subducted heat
Disheveled hair, a fluttering mane swaying to my hip hop beat
The soft grass blades caressing my knobby ankles like a velvety sheet *
A winged armada skirting the shock waves pulsing from my reproaching feet

Trodding into lush, green garden cloaked with ingratiating reams of light
Each, leafy tent bowing paying homage to the sun's infernal might
The pleasant aroma of waxy corn leaves and glossy ferns my nostrils delight
The sweet scent of mellow berries and ripening melons my taste buds insight

At dusk, my barefoot odyssey abruptly comes to an end
A grizzled, sizzled wayfarer, to my artificial estate I slowly wend
Blithe journey my spirits exulted, but pain in my tendered parts did the sublimity ammend
A cherry red shroud covering a weathered rind looking for soothing balms my misery to tend * *

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[AuntShecky]

"They call it Stormy Monday--
But Tuesday's just as bad. . ."
(T-Bone Walker)

It takes bad times and misery (such as endless days of unrelenting rain) to get us to write the Blues, but paradoxically, the Blues make us feel so much better! Like this little number
of yours.

(Haven't visited the poetry forum until yesterday--sorry with the belated response.)