Poetry Prompt: Murmurs

Cubby offered up another poetry prompt yesterday. Murmur was the prompt that they gave me. I’m never very prompt with these prompts because I usually check my email in the morning. Check out hers. It’s fun and whimsical. I’m doing another one, which is much more fun and whimsical. I don’t want to be the depressing poetry blog guy. What am I? Edgar Allan Poe? In some ways, yes.


The ocean murmurs to the beach
And all the grains of sand

I crumble as the waves reach
Where you scribed your love by hand

Two sets of footprints have become one
The other’s were consumed by waves

I walk alone by the fading sun
I cherish the diminishing rays

You slipped through my hand
Now, you’re out of my reach

My feet sink into the wet sand
As I murmur to the ocean from the beach

Update: I finished the fun whimsical one. Here it is. Yes, this. This whole ridiculously long link will take you there. What? I wasn’t sure which part to make the link, so I made it all the link.

Humans Are Weird: Underwear

All right humanity. I need to call you out on another of your bizarre idiosyncrasies. Why in the universe do you call it a pair of underwear or a pair of pants? They’re one thing. A pair is two things. A pair of socks is completely acceptable until one of them escapes during the cleaning process never to be seen or heard from again. Except for the rare that occasion you receive a random postcard telling you your sock has moved to Venezuela to make a better life. It’s now sitting on a beach enjoying the sun and not having feet shoved into it. You know, maybe if you cut your toenails or washed your feet or got new shoes a little more often your socks wouldn’t run away like that. I don’t know how you keep your underpants.

What happened? Where was I? Oh yeah. A pair is two things. Underpants are one thing. Pants are one thing. Is one thing? Underpants or pants shouldn’t even be pluralized, much less referred to as a pair. Is it because they have two leg holes? What about shirts? They have two armholes. You don’t call them a pair of shirts. Unless you’re layering, you don’t even put on shirts. You put on one shirt. Now, put on one pant. Put on one underpant. To ease your transition, you can call them underwear instead. Dang it! Humanity, you are bizarre.

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