Now, I've taken to posting NONsonnets once in a blue moon. This is another, written in "class" for the prompt.
I do not ink the process of orange juice
But revel in the sweetness from it.
Not lowring racks which spell out doom,
But how rain dances on the puddles lit.
Don't dig the garden up for bulbs, to scale
Just HOW they manage to burst forth,
Nor tear the twigs in pieces to detail
How baby leaves at length are newly born.
Or IF I do, it's by the EXIT door as twere,
Where petals from Magnolia carpet lawns anew.
Or finger silent husks' half furry tour
Of what had hoped to be the satin petals' crew.
Don't tell me how you sliced the thing to pieces
Just how you then observed its marv'lous grace.
I've got enough of nightmares--mine ne'er ceases.
What I want is to forget its ugly face.
I'll write of how its tentacles drag life from me,
But only cuz I'm buried in the sucking mire.
I clothe it in these metaphors to see
If "art" will half accept what ate me up entire.
O LORD, teach me to sing Thy praise,
That I be not ashamed to see Thy face.
06May19
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 22nd, 2026 11:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Here's another rare "notasonnet" for your indulgence, I guess.
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Now orange juice I can go with. I love fresh squeezed orange juice straight from the tree. Mix in a little lemon and lime and a drink sublime. Well done Cheeky
A poem of the senses there, Missy. I'm tempted to include the closing phrase you use when commenting on others work, but as you know it already...
Hahaha. Thanks.
I just love non sonnets, they are new to me but I kinda fell for this one immediately .. Neville 😎🌻👍
Aww, thank you!
Notasonnet, orange juice, nightmares, and tentacles.
I can see why the help of god is needed.
I will pray for you.
Okay, just realised my god mrmbership wasn't renewed.
Can't guess which deity that would be, nor do I care to enquire.
Just worship myself that way I can take Sunday off.
My days off vary or fail to exist. Taking a vacation this week for the first time ever is turning out to be nearly as crazy as work days...and I was hoping to get some rest. Ha!
Yeah, sometimes you need a holiday to get over a holiday.
Hahaha. Too sadly true. I forgot. Thank you for reminding me.
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