Golden Ta-Da!

Like a giant ta-da

Enchanted’s Prince Charming

Self absorbed doofus

Discounting the non-language choices

Attempts at the poetic

He croons, “Please pardon the nausea”

Elemental writing

Typewriter scribing

Pound the key destruction

Pinky finger still held high

 

Curiosity asks:

Has that always been present

The spot of tea ever ready

Phalange aiming for luminescence

Chuckle, not guffaw – fills

The xenophobic space

On its way to Xanadu

Or Nirvana or the jar

Of Xanax and who knew

The Xanthic jukebox was

A sunny shade of yellow?

(Today's poem was prompted by the folks at We Write Poems - Today, it was an automatic writing/poetry prompt combined. Interesting... results.)

Comments

[Joseph Harker]

I suspect you chose "X" as your letter? :)

Wonderfully done, with humor and rhythm and poise, from beginning to the end, like climbing such a staircase and feeling completion at the end.