De [aka Whimsygizmo] is hosting Quadrille in the dVerse Poets Pub ~~ 'Jabbering' is our challenge!
Eighty-three marching to eighty-four
my words prance like brass bands
down the cobblestone streets
of your patience
I tell you too much about everything
the cat's gift on our front stoop
our neighbor's torrid affair
tomorrow I will march even louder
jabbering and unstoppable
I love this, especially:
ReplyDelete"down the cobblestone streets
of your patience"
What a vivid visual! So well done.
De
You go, girl!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteYes, those patient cobblestones delighted me too. As a jabberer myself ...
ReplyDeleteSo great that someone is doing the talkin'
ReplyDeleteYes - go out there and strut your stuff🙌🙌🙌
ReplyDeleteThat's fine, I'd love to hear your jabbering! Especially about the neighbors! I hate being told by my children that I'm gossiping! Of course I am.
ReplyDeleteI’m pleased to see that there are people like that all over the world, Helen; I thought it was just a local thing. I love the words prancing like brass bands, and the ‘cat's gift on our front stoop’ – we get them all the time!
ReplyDeleteI can take anyone's jabber in small doses. I love this part:
ReplyDeletemy words prance like brass bands
down the cobblestone streets
of your patience
Nicely done poem.
ReplyDeleteHmm....reminds me of my wife!
ReplyDeleteOh, I do believe you're unstoppable! (But I don't think it's mere jabber.)
ReplyDeleteHa. You caught us. I think we bloggers are all a bit guilty of this.
ReplyDeleteGreat use of the prompt word.
ReplyDeleteWow!
ReplyDeleteNice one
Much♡love
This gave me a giggle, Helen. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMade me laugh, Helen, and I need it today!
ReplyDeleteHelen, this feels like a joyful parade I wouldn’t want to miss — even if it’s marching right through my living room. 🎺
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
SkepticsKaddish.com
Jabber on!
ReplyDeleteIf not now, when??
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