Sunday, March 2, 2014

Sunday Morning Poetry

It’s mostly the way the word just dropsfrom your mouth, over before you even
start, and lands somewhere, like the sloppy
plunging sound of vomit as you heave
into the toilet. If that seems like an
unnecessary image for me to
plant in your head, I wonder if you can
suggest a less repulsive way to use
the word plop. Because most people think
of poo and various other semisolids and liquids you’d never drink
or even want to touch. Really, aside
from the patter of fat falling raindrops
there’s just no polite way to use plop.
~ Holly Painter
Plop was first published on the amazing blog, Dr. Hurley's Snak-Oil Cure.  Her submssions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.  Holly Painter's poetry has been published on four continents. If you need a little more poetry in your life, Holly is a Poet-for-Hire.  Contact her here.  


A Cuban In London said...

Love it. Very "real"! :-)

Greetings from London.

Mac n' Janet said...

Ew, Relyn, that's quite a picture you've painted for me.

Marilyn said...

This just makes me smile.
I just pictured sitting in that one plop in your photo like a spa until I read your poem. Silly girl!

Jennifer Richardson said...

what a gorgeous droplet!
I love "plop":) I don't know,
it sounds like dropping down
into my favorite chair (the one I dream about)...just a thorough but sweet letting go into rest.
Funny how I love that word:)
Gave me a grin, that poem:)

alexa said...

I like 'plop': especially with raindrops. I think i am going to have to disconnect from some of the visual pictures I now have in my head, having read this!

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