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
For the Weekly Scribblings at Poets and Storytellers United, our theme is “the things you learned to love because you loved someone else.” I wrote a sevenling. This was a really enjoyable prompt, and writing the poem helped me to reframe something that had been more painful. It really fits with Thanksgiving Day today. Continue reading →
For this week’s paint-chip poetry, Linda wants us to choose only 2 or 3 paint chips and to write a tanka. The theme is “obedience.” I actually obeyed that, at least mostly. 🙂 I tried to make it funny, or at least punny.
Disobedience: I will not make lemonade From lemons — I’ll make Coffee, eggs sunny-side up: Since I’m going to break, fast!
Get ready for a time of fright:
Spiders, ghouls and other horrors,
Zombies and all sorts of monsters
Insatiable — Halloween night!
One day a year we take delight
In exploring the darkest fears:
Try not to be reduced to tears
But test one’s courage and be scared,
Then eat some spooky treats prepared —
To me, this aspect most endears.
I was really hungry when I wrote this silly poem for FOWC: Cordial. I have lately been so tempted to buy myself a box of chocolates! *laughter*
A cordial greeting between
The chocolate-shop clerk and me,
As my mind and stomach wonder,
“Which should I choose?” I ponder
Peanut brittle and milk Bordeaux,
Cherry cordials and Scotchmallow,
Too many chocolates to list,
There’s so much that I’ve missed —
Why not buy a whole box,
To really knock off my socks!
I am transported back to the lunch table,
The innocence of elementary school friendships;
And the sun which now shines on me witnesses
This hit of intense nostalgia-bliss:
Taste of sticky-sweet and I am somehow free,
All else that surrounds me is extraneous.
Extracting happiness from the memory,
Sensing a stable, never-gone presence.
Good things happen when I eat lunch outside, I guess! Inspiration is found in the most random places. Linked with FOWC: Extraneous.