A few days ago, I colored in another coloring page and decided to share it with Linda’s coloring club. I used some new markers, so they were not scraggly at all. 🙂
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Just Jot It day 1
It has taken me so long to try to come up with a one-liner for One-Liner Wednesday that I eventually had to tell myself to “Just Jot It!”
Hmm…does that sentence count as a one-liner?
By the way, I hope that this year is blessed for you!
Chai Tea Coloring
This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for December
I colored this today and accidentally got a smudge on the paper, but I do like how it turned out. It was also nice to enjoy chai tea while coloring (it was not just for the photo!). I hope your “cup runneth over” with blessings and companionship this season. Merry Christmas!
Many-Hued Verse
I wrote a few sidlak poems over the past few days. This form, which has 4 lines of 3-5-7-9 syllables and concludes with a fifth line that is a color, has been fun. I found out about it from Abigail Gronway, who also wrote a nice one. Shared with the Tuesday Platform.
“Antique”
Black coffee
In a library,
On antique, sturdy table —
I sense the musty smell of old books
Mahogany
“Royalty”
Poetry:
Proper meter? Rhyme?
Freedom in form anytime.
Word queen of my poetry world, hued
Purple
“Fight”
Depression,
Anxiety fight
Oppressing like a devil,
A cardboard box, sent, undelivered:
Black.
Inside A Book
“The perfect hideout is inside a book.”
The perfect hideout is inside a book,
Is is a grand adventure too, although
It may not seem that way, and it may look
Boring, it’s not — my fellow readers know!
For One Liner Wednesday and JusJoJan day 9. Join in here!
Clothes Make Many Selves
For JusJoJan day 8, our prompt word is “self.”
Clothing expresses so many aspects,
Facets of myself:
There’s the karate uniform
Which I haven’t worn in years,
And the color-guard cotume
Which saw the antithesis of tears,
There’s the bittersweet
Black Homecoming dress —
For the first time I felt like a beauty —
There is no room to express
All the existing sides of me.
Puente
Inspired by this weekend’s prompt at Real Toads, I wrote a “puente” poem. Puente means bridge in Spanish because of the middle line, and I wanted to incorporate the idea of a bridge in my poem. Yesterday, my mom and I decorated our Christmas tree, and the ornaments were bridges between the past and the present.
My mother and me,
Adorning the Christmas tree
With ornaments, including
A white and blue ball
~ bringing it close, inhaling its scent ~
It still smells like
Grandma’s house
Over a decade ago,
Echoes of smoke
