Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Day 10: Bathe Me Glorious

Things I learned just now:

Some of my friends are jerks and they're lucky I love them anyway.  

I had no idea what to write tonight, so I posted this on Facebook:

"Help a sister you commits herself to stupid challenges out:
Give me 8 words.  One word per person.  Any word/form of word.  First 8 words win.  And go.
(2015s version of this challenge can be seen here: http://autodidactpoet.blogspot.com/2015/06/day-11-i-wish-for-you.html)

It started out innocently.  The first 4 words were:

And then came:

Deoxyribonucleic acid

And the final word: 

Luckily, I have been playing this game for a VERY long time.  And the more people are assholes and give you RIDICULOUS words, the better this game becomes.  This poem?  20 minutes and done.

First: definitions.

Terpsichorean - of or relating to dancing
Deoxyribonucleic acid is just DNA all spelled out and fancy like.
And this fella is a wallaby.

Bathe Me Glorious

In the terpsichorean mystery of time,
evolution beckons us forward from cells to
wallabys, from
deoxyribonucleic acid to
sponges and
long-limbed teens with blue hair and
snails, and ferrets, and
grandfathers who don't remember your name - 
this life
is evolutionary chaos I sometimes don't
know how to survive.

ever elusive in your splendor
bathe me glorious in your revolutionary light
and draw me daringly into fierce
and furious

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