A chimpanzee dressed in silk
Zeros in on a pineapple
He stands on a pot and watches
In a blink of an eye
Honking cars and baked streets
Turn to dry plants and a deep lake
A summer stream stands in-between
Him and the pineapple
He pulls out a hose to swing across
As a wind is blown to guide him along
He lands with a moisten to his lips
next to his pineapple quest.
This poem is for the weekly prompt put on by Big Tent Poetry. This week it is a wordle
windybound
ziibi1
Aug 20, 2010 @ 09:28:17
River, I love the story in your poem. Monkeys pop in my poetry often, and I love to see primates play in others’ pieces. Welcome to Big Tent. It’ll be fun to read more of your work.
~Brenda
Aug 20, 2010 @ 09:30:32
I see – monkey business here ?! LOL 🙂
Aug 20, 2010 @ 10:39:17
Very inventive use of the wordle. It reads like one of those dreams I have which starts sensible and gets weirder and weirder.
Aug 20, 2010 @ 17:34:39
Love the sheer playfulness in your story/poem. Have to agree with Viv, I’ve had dreams like this. Welcome to the Big Tent, hope to see more of you,
Elizabeth
Aug 20, 2010 @ 22:48:50
That’s one of the things I like about the wordle prompts, the license to swing on the wind.
Aug 20, 2010 @ 23:00:54
nicely done River….thanks for sharing your words
Aug 21, 2010 @ 10:29:22
Welcome to the Big Tent! What a fun way to use the words. Swinging, singing!
Aug 21, 2010 @ 23:54:14
A fun read. Loved it!
dances of the zeroes
Aug 22, 2010 @ 13:30:13
a really nice read this.. u used the words to good effect..!
My Big Tent Poem
Aug 22, 2010 @ 16:24:37
A fun piece – it sings with life!
Aug 22, 2010 @ 18:10:31
How fun! (Reminded me of the old soneg about the monkey and the chimp…”abba dabba dabba”.)