Sunday Scribbling #126: Somewhere
Jelly
Some wear them long and lithe
Some wear them campy
Some wear them five and dime
Somewhere them trippy
Some wear them inside out
Some wear them dashiki
Some wear them astral pants
Some wear them more for less
Some wear them after the gold rush
Some wear them footsie
Some wear them didgeridoo
Some wear them sly, while others wear them J. P. Morgan—
I wear them this way and that,
several times a day,
several times in the antiphonic
weeks of exasperation.
Baby , it’s cold outside, &
that’s why we’re wearing them
anyway, dorsal fins and all.
Some wear them long and lithe
Some wear them campy
Some wear them five and dime
Somewhere them trippy
Some wear them inside out
Some wear them dashiki
Some wear them astral pants
Some wear them more for less
Some wear them after the gold rush
Some wear them footsie
Some wear them didgeridoo
Some wear them sly, while others wear them J. P. Morgan—
I wear them this way and that,
several times a day,
several times in the antiphonic
weeks of exasperation.
Baby , it’s cold outside, &
that’s why we’re wearing them
anyway, dorsal fins and all.
Labels: boogaloo effervescence
posted by murat11 at 2:39 PM
18 Comments:
hahaha clever!
I got stuck on the prompt at first, somewhere was simply too vague. But you went to a creative halt :)
DM: I was not moved by the prompt at first, but then a list poem started burbling in my head, deconstructing the prompt, a little room for my head.
I kept thinking Jelly fish or in this case Jelly fin, but then there's that whole viper thing going on...
...then I started thinking about how we wear ourselves - our souls -and jelly became sticky and sweet...here's to wanting to wear my jelly dashiki.
jsd: There is that viper thing, isn't there? I like your jelly take on this: slip that jelly dashiki on, sista, all sticky and sweet.
All the words you use in this poem are delicious! I reread it out loud just so I could say them!
Good morning, Linda: thanks for singing along...
I'll wear mine campy/trippy. Spin, baby, spin in circles. Open your eyes to the dizzy didgeridoo waters of exasperation. And breathe in the sky.
San: I figured you for campy/trippy. Me? Inside out, more (f)or less. As Sidney Bechet would say, we'ze all viper mad.
Aqua or rosy pink, I'll wear mine in the water, to the pool, at the beach, but take them off before dragging feet through the sand. And on again when hitting the asphalt. :)
Peace!
Sounds like a plan, Lee. A wise plan at that. :-D
I don't know what to say!
I suppose one just wears..
:D
trying to find a meaning
GT, some will always wear them somewhere, no?
Ok. this was a nice break to all the serious interpretations. Thanks.
A pleasure, Lilibeth: I typically find the prompts serious enough: no need to add to it...
i would wear them on float and i would wear them in a boat.
i like the playfulness and word play.
present: But not on a goat, and NEVER with a shoat, I presume. Thank you.
Nice sideways response, funny, witty, and those seamless lines then catch on several meanings. As in: "Somewhere them trippy" (Ah, somewhere! and slangy hip dialect), and, my favorite, "dorsal fins and all" reminding me that sharks are in the water, and perhaps in all of us. I snorkled once 30 feet above coral reefs and would put those fins on any time, dorsal or otherwise. A lovely poem.
Beth: Thanks again for your visit and appreciation. What's always fun is the true collaboration between reader and writer: good readers, as you assuredly are, always find all the nifty, oft unintended (or unconscious), ingredients layered in the mix.
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