Rants, Ravings, and Otherwise Silly Gibberish

Jejune

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Naive and impulsive,

the juvenile

bewitchment reserved for youth-

passion during our salad days.

 

Abandoned chastity,

yearning,

stroke me easy

like a delicate bloom.

 

Lamentation, heartbreak-

puerile grief.

An anguish

that seems not to end.

 

If only we knew,

experience is fundamental.

 

 

 

 

 

The Baobab Tree

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“Baobab Tree And Fruit Watercolor” by vectorolie via http://freedigitalphotos.net

The Baobab Tree

She pressed her palms against the ancient oak.

Spanish moss hung down

grey and curly, like the hair of an elder woman she once knew.

Rivulets of blood stained the bark,

hundreds of stains mingled,

the essences of a hundred men and women.

She remembered the baobab tree in her village,

the one where the children prayed.

The community matriarch told tales of ghouls,

white, snatching their people up,

violating their women and girls.

Their men were roped like the beasts

that stalked the edges of their village in the night.

The baobab tree witnessed it all-

the ghouls with their explosive weapons shouting.

The ancient oak wept blood.

The baobab wept, too.

 

Donnell Creppel 2016

Ode to a Microwave

Photo by nirots http://freedigitalphotos.net
Photo by nirots http://freedigitalphotos.net

Ode to a Microwave

Why, oh Microwave,
Is my platter so hot?
My food’s edge is smoldering,
Yet the center is not.
Your micro wave power,
Is impressive indeed.
But fully warmed chowder
Is what my mouth needs.
My fingers are seared
From touching this bowl,
My flesh you left blistered,
And my dinner, left cold.

 

 

Donnell Creppel 2015

 

 

 

 

 

Wanderlust

“Palette Oil Painting” by ponsulak via Freedigitalphotos.net

Kaleidoscopic Plumage

Countervails the dismal firmament.

Avian wanderlust cannot be pent.

Yet, she is grounded to her perch

by the intemperate winds.

She is equally independent and imprisoned.