Cristal Vindicates

"Living well is the best revenge" ~George Herbert, English clergyman & metaphysical poet (1593 - 1633)

"I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing."~Seamus Heaney, Nobel Laureate--1995

she tolerates
the syndicate
they celebrate
bubbles dissipate

thinking complicates
infiltrates
seems to isolate
rather than liberate

bombshell detonates
indifference devastates
she has no duplicate
or alternate

fake friends speculate
as she decorates
should they imitate
or implicate?

this girl captivates
absolutely fascinates
detachment dominates
her reality separate

This poem is an example of sonic repetition which is not really a poetic form--it is more of a device, I suppose. Basically, sonic repetition is the repetition of sounds in a poem. So, in the above poem, 'ate' would be the repeated sound. I have written several poems using this device. It's one of my favorites because I can rhyme without apology.

Limoncello

bright yellow
homemade
limoncello
crayon colored
leaves me mellow
greeting me:
h e l l o
my memories
of long ago
drinking with him
incognito
have some
limoncello
he offered
turning up the radio
kissing me
listening to zydeco
we studied each other
drinking limoncello

Happy Sunday, Everyone. God, I so love limoncello!!! For all the ladies out there, I suggest drinking limoncello with an Italian man at least once in your life!!!

Newsworthy!

Hey, Everyone!!!

I thought you might like to see your favorite Girly Girl on the evening news!!! I was interviewed by Jake Miller at WGEM, which is our local NBC affiliate. We had a great time talking about poetry.

Have a great day!

In Vino Veritas

vague
a blurry photograph
unrecognizable
i live
with lies

bewitching
bottles speak
sussurations
murmurs hum
with actual answers

wine tells
me
the truth
i need
to hear

Whiskey Before Breakfast

Watching the sun rise
whiskey before breakfast
time hurries clockwise

yesterday is past
tomorrow--still distant
will these seconds last?

Adamant
these whiskey thoughts
they frighten and enchant

at daybreak, caught
between love and lust
indecision bought

Sweeping up stardust
dreaming of moonshine
in whiskey I trust
this moment is mine


This poem is an example of a terza rima which is an open stanzaic form with interlocking cross-rhyming. The middle line of each stanza forms the outer rhymes of the next stanza. (For example, the rhyme scheme would be aba, bcb, cdc, etc.) When the writer comes to the end of the poem, a fourth line is added to the last stanza to use up the rhyme that would have otherwise gone to the next. This form was used by Dante in his Inferno. My previous terza rima post is entitled 'History.'

Drunk Ass Haiku

triple vision, yes
because I've had shots and wine
I'll close my eyes and

I was having a great evening flexing my Saadia muscles. I found a new Chardonnay by Mad Housewife Cellars which was/is perfect for a late summer evening. Before I knew it, though, the bottle was empty...

























I was a little surprised that the wine disappeared so quickly. Maybe I spilled a little or something. Anyway, when I went to open another bottle--I could not find my corkscrew. I could not find anything that could be used to open a bottle of wine. I tore my kitchen apart. I am almost 100 % sure that my husband hid all of my wine-opening tools and for that...he is in big, big trouble.