Wednesday, February 9, 2022

NIBBLES AND WINE

Poetics Tuesday at dVerse, and Ingrid is leading us into what for me is the mystery that is an iambic pentameter.  What a frustrating time I'm having.  My quadrille far exceeded 44, so I saved it for Tuesday, but I find counting feet and iambs stresses me far more than syllables.  It renders me full stopped in my poetic endeavors, but I'd like to share my poem which is written to my own personal poetic rhythm. Mea culpa.    Submitted to dVerse, February 8, 2022

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NIBBLES AND WINE

I’ll have just a nibble

I wisely said to myself

As I opened the can of mixed nuts

I’d been keeping on the shelf


I settled in my easy chair

Beside me my glass of wine

Who could ask for any more

Life was mighty fine


I think something overcame me

I’m not sure what it has done

But the glass is now quite empty

And the nuts in the can are gone


It’s really a strange mystery

No sign of intruder has shown

How do these things happen

When I live all alone?                                      


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15 comments:

  1. VeeraFebruary 9, 2022 at 8:25 AM

    Amazing! :)

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  2. paeansunpluggedFebruary 9, 2022 at 10:52 AM

    Bev, I love this!

    And thank you for your priceless comment!

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  3. brudbergFebruary 9, 2022 at 11:33 AM

    Ha... when it comes to nuts I seem to be able to eat all that there is.

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  4. Yvonne OsborneFebruary 9, 2022 at 1:14 PM

    Smile! No, a laugh. I love this Bev. Nuts are like chips, once I start there's no stopping!

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  5. HelenFebruary 9, 2022 at 1:58 PM

    We know you are not nuts, we know you do not over imbibe ~~~ I would check the house for fairies and ghosts!

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  6. robkistnerFebruary 9, 2022 at 2:53 PM

    This had a solid flowing rhythm Bev, and it was inviting to read — and it made me smile my friend. 🙂 …excellent writing!

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  7. Dwight L. RothFebruary 9, 2022 at 3:52 PM

    Your ending made me smile! I can't imagine where they all went! I am sure they were very good with your wine! :>)

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  8. IngridFebruary 9, 2022 at 9:54 PM

    Oh, this was a fun write, Beverly! Pleased you enjoyed your wine and nibbles :-) thank you for taking part!

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  9. Marion HortonFebruary 10, 2022 at 8:30 AM

    Haha!

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  10. ben AlexanderFebruary 10, 2022 at 10:45 AM

    very, very cute & funny, Bev!

    yours,
    David [ben Alexander]

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  11. KerfeFebruary 10, 2022 at 1:12 PM

    I know that feeling well!

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  12. rudraprayagaFebruary 14, 2022 at 6:51 AM

    I felt your poem is rhythmic. Though not, why to worry, ours is another pattern of versing. You might have eaten the nuts and finished the wine, as you might have been in the world of verses. Nice.

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  13. Carrie BurttFebruary 20, 2022 at 9:08 AM

    A mystery with nuts beautifully written. Your rhyme is always wonderful Bev!

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  14. RommyFebruary 21, 2022 at 5:17 AM

    I am the same way with summertime blueberries. I can't be trusted alone with them. Neither can one of my nieces.

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  15. Magaly GuerreroFebruary 22, 2022 at 11:15 AM

    I need to share this one with my Piano Man. He must learn that I'm not the only one with invisible mouths eating my nuts. The struggle is real!

    The rhythm made it fun.

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