I’m not getting any good poem ideas yet today, so here is an old one from a couple of weeks ago, not yet shared on my blog. First, I have a random one-liner for Linda G. Hill’s one-liner Wednesday today. 🙂
When life gives you lemons…
use them to keep your apples from turning brown. 😀
Inspired by the Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM (it might be a little too late), “The Little Things.” Also for FOWC: Realm. The other day, I was in my backyard and noticed a beautiful flower, so I took a photo of it. I posted it to Instagram with the caption (in part), “How can you be sad when you are looking at a flower like this?”
Today’s SoCS prompt from Linda G. Hill is “difference.” Because I really like math, one of the first things I thought of is that “difference” is the answer to a subtraction problem. 🙂 Then I wrote this, which I think counts as a cherita.
The answer to a subtraction problem —
How much has changed, to make life
Foreign and strange, yet better in some ways?
What has been taken away?
Do not forget how much is left:
What has made a positive difference?
This is a cherita and was inspired by Writing Wednesday, FOWC: Deteriorate, and this prompt about what is urgent. It’s ironic because I don’t drive and therefore do not have to deal with any “check -engine” lights; however, my human equivalent of a check-engine light is always trying to get my attention. 🙂
If a car’s ‘check-engine’ light is on,
It merits a closer inspection, urgently done,
Before the vehicle deteriorates more.
The human form of a ‘check-engine’ light
Might signify a need for sleep or fuel.
To risk terribly crashing is not cool.
Today’s poem is a cherita, inspired by JusJoJan and FOWC: Instead. In a way, this is also a response to Rumi’s well-known poem “The Guest House.” The poem is a good reminder, even though I don’t always want to hear it. Sometimes I feel like screaming, “But I don’t want any guests!!!” Without any further ado….Continue reading →
One of the most common Christmas traditions might be writing letters to Santa. I know that my brothers and I did it every year, and our parents Santa Claus would even write replies to us and tell us that the cookies we left out for him were delicious. The letter to Santa that I wrote yesterday and am sharing today is definitely not traditional, and I decided to write it as a cherita.
This is for DVerse Poetics. I was going to write something else to post, but the ideas are not coming, so here’s one that I wrote yesterday. We are responding to titles that Sarah provided for us. I responded to the one that is the title of this post. The form is like a cherita, but in reverse.
Grandma taught me how to bake sugar cookies.
Grandpa taught me that once you turn 80
No one can tell you you can’t eat ice cream nightly.
They taught me family history from past centuries,
And how not to freeze in the snow, a foreign thing