So three or four years ago I was at a CLE (Continuing Legal Education seminar) and the topic was Voir Dire. One of the judges on the panel said something to the effect of, "you can do your voir dire in limericks for all I care, just ask the right questions!" Aaaaand my head was down for the rest of the class, writing voir dire limericks. I even sent a few of the best to said judge, who, I recall, enjoyed them and forwarded them on to the rest of the panel. Thursday's dVerse prompt happened to be "write a limerick" and it made me remember those voir dire limericks and decide to dig them up and share at least one of them with you. What is voir dire, you ask? Just read the poem! And if you want more, let me know and I'll post more.
Voir Dire Limerick #1
"Voir Dire" means "jury selection,"
where the lawyer roots out bias with questions.
Today she must find a juror
who understands furor
or her client will be sent to corrections.
Postcard From Space
The faster I go the smaller the chance
that you will be alive
when this postcard arrives.
Apparently I'm a hero so bold
pushing the boundaries of what might be real
but infinity alone is what I fear...
oh my darling, I wish you were here.
Yes, it's a day late...but I was moving quickly. This is my Postcard Poem from dVerse's "Tuesday Poetics: Wish you were here" exercise.
Today I'm trying out dVerse's Haibun Monday exercise. A Haibun is 1-3 paragraphs of meditation on a subject, followed by a seasonal haiku. This is my first attempt at anything in this form, and I love trying new things! Any constructive criticism is welcome.
There is a joy in keeping the mind clear, the keen edge of life. But there is also the glory of the fuzz; of not being clear, of being melty in the abstract. Warm and cozy, the personification of a fireplace in winter and not any other season. But warm and cozy contribute nothing more than what they are.
So is it willpower, staying fresh, when freshness is not always welcome? Even if it maybe should be? There is a fear in not knowing which I'd prefer. Would I rather be asleep, and am I better conversation when I'm dreaming?
am I a petal
rushing through the air? or just
floating in a stream?
If only I was friends with Ms. Frizzle
she could make us part of this endless drizzle!
We'd evaporate, condense, and fall--
an eternity of rain, snow, and squalls.
We'd get back to school
as the coolest of cool;
the best water cycle around!
My poem for dVerse's Quadrille #30 exercise. Go to the site and read and share more of them! As quadrilles, they will all have 44 words. As a part of this exercise, they will all include the word "drizzle."
but I'm also peering down the barrel
of a bag of sea salt and vinegar chips.
Grabby fingers poised and ready,
picking the small bits of sour
for the grace of twisted mouth.
but my gaze is fixed.
The greasy silver cradles the crunchy glories,
all puffed through with bubbles and twists,
folding over on their own delicious knees,
ecstatic to meet
the grinding altar of my teeth.
My little poem for dVerse's Thursday OpenLinkNight #193! Any poem will do, they say, so here's to potato chips!
They understand commerce,
that when someone gives you something
(like scraps of food)
they're going to want something in return.
that shiny things usually suffice.
So they lay the bright things by,
waiting for the generous stoop-sitters
to give them a reason
to come down from the wire
My first attempt at a dVerse prompt! This poem is a response to April 4th's "anthropomorphism" prompt. I hope I did this right!