A poem from the challenge word “mushroom”. Proposed by the unparalleled blogger and poet Grexxen.
We all have fears and we all have a past, but they are part of us and they make us who we are. It is partially inspired in my beautiful pets, check them out in Jupiter, the Jubilant.
A poem on the shape of AABBAA
I give you,
Mr. Lizard and Mr. Mushroom
“The sun, the sun, is it gone?
Is it time for the stars to come upon?
Uncurl and leave the lair,
time to shine and show my flair.”
He thinks to himself while smiling with a yawn.
One of those so wide as the dawn.
Lengthy toes with nails to complete his duty,
graceful, colorful tail of incomparable beauty,
gray, sharp eyes to move in dim twilight
yet his splendor some see with fright
“Dinner is insects and nothing fruity.”
He thinks to himself, being a little snooty.
“The haze in the woods make my wonder unbeatable
I must adventure in, as long as I find something eatable.
of nasty wild foxes I have to beware
but it is rain drops that give me a real scare.”
Oblivious he thinks, as the drizzle sounds repeatable.
approaching as his situation is no longer treatable.
Away from water he has always been
mostly keeping a dry skin.
We all know Mr. Lizards cannot swim
and if he must, he makes a face so grim
and yet he has no problems on being clean.
this is a quality you can find on all his kin.
Drip, drop, dribble,
sounds that makes his heart brittle.
Soon a shelter he must find,
for a the rain drops he cannot abide
“With weather like this, I cannot stay idle.
Is there perhaps a leaf where I can stay in the middle?”
“Drip, drop, dribble,
these water makes me feel so little.”
Then a voice says “My friend, don’t fear the flood,
take cover under my hat to avoid the mud.”
No hesitation, not even need to twiddle
without thinking he took shelter with just a wiggle.
He had seen creatures like this so odd
with a single tall bright mono-pod
and a wide brown hat for cover.
It is nothing new what he had discover.
Yet his uniqueness made him stare awed
“Thank you for your kindness.” He added with a nod.
The lizard was tiny compared to this magnificent being
anybody who sees it wouldn’t not dare on disagreeing.
This elegant mushroom of much splendor
was full of grace and yet its white trunk needed a mender.
It was many scars what Mr. Lizard was seeing.
“Perhaps he fought a battle where he was unable of fleeing.”
“Last rain I sheltered a creature so black
and in return his toes left behind a track.
Then the beetle got hungry and on my trunk he nibbled
and even my spirit he belittled.
With a thud I a had to send him back,
he would not return after such sharp whack.
Mr. Lizard, as we all know,
is often moving to and fro
but his nails did not whittle
the white trunk like the silly beetle.
Carefully he climbed up and slow
while his tail followed with a nice flow.
Magnificent company with heart so kind
is not something that one can everyday find.
While the rain poured down without care
an enriching conversation they shared
about the heart, life and the well-of-mind
but mostly of the obnoxiousness of humankind.
When the rain stopped the lizard left,
as the lack of dinner had him bereft
but often he comes back to seek his friend
for more conversation and good time to spend.
After all nobody wants to be alone in one’s cleft.
even though Mr. Mushroom is not very deft.
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