“Art doesn’t have to be serious to be meaningful”, Rommy said. “Sometimes a smile or even a full belly laugh can be more healing than somber contemplation.” She is correct, methinks. So here is my bit:
“A Funny Smell”
They say she is slow and chubby,
and will leave
a funny smell on your fingers.
They tell me he is full of himself,
and shuts down
when things are getting good.
The ones who adore her,
say he is a fake, a fad,
too fast to give pleasure.
Those who lust after him,
say she is old, impractical,
a match away from poof.
I say, love her and love him…
for the bookaliciousness of her scent
and his noveltifficacious ways.
a wee note…
– Rommy also requested lightheartedness, some nonsense words, and “something that feels innocent or child-like.” Well, I say that 1 (or 2) out of 3 is not a total lost. Whenever my poetry or fiction ventures to explore the elaborate realm of children, the wee ones my Muse encounters tend to be rather creepy. So, um… yeah *cough* 1 (or 2) out of 3.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Stuff and Nonsense)
– and to Open Link Night, over at the dVerse.
Art of Bent Objects, by Terry Border