Today’s FOWC and MVB prompts, Scrumptious and Yogurt, fit together well. When I eat in the morning, I usually like to eat yogurt with fruit and cereal. The hard part is writing a poem about that, especially one that is not inane. Sharing with the Writers’ Pantry because why not?
Sunlight through the window
Wakes me from night’s sleeping,
Question after coffee
Maker starts its brewing:
What to eat this morning?
What to eat this morning?
What’s scrumptious to my taste?
Yogurt in a big bowl
With berries — do not waste
Them! — crunchy cereal.
This décima is for Ronovan Writes’s weekly prompt and also for FOWC: Hangry. I’ve been writing some silly poems lately.
Lunchtime seems much too far away,
Hunger makes tempestuous mood
And irritable attitude,
But it will not ruin the day!
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. 😀
For FOWC: Expose and the prompt “Ice Cream” at My Vivid Blog, and shared with today’s Writers’ Pantry. Happy Sunday!
Ice cream exposed to the sun
Will melt — some environments
Are more keenly felt, as well
They should be, not surprising.
A fish taken out of the sea
Cannot swim — and made to live
In the wrong water, it dies,
More quickly than some might realize.
People with varying temperaments:
A fulfilling life for one,
To another does not make sense.
A wee little poem for SoCS: “-wee-“
I remember the Sunday brunch buffet
With a million wee little sweets:
Many different kinds of cakes
And my favorite, crème brûlée,
Not to mention the fountains
Of rich chocolate ready for dipping.
One time there were tiny beignets.
Can it come back?
Wish it could stay.
A haibun alluding to the solstice for DVerse’s Haibun Monday.
Sweet, ripe strawberries convey the taste of summer. Store-bought may be bigger, but nothing can beat the beauty of garden-grown. The sun from my own back yard reddens the fruits, which have grown from hand-planted seeds, just as this daylight has grown from the seeds of winter nights. Teeth sink gratefully into the fruits of our labor.
This moment stands still
Reaching the peak of ripeness —
Sweet strawberry juice
For this weekend’s Saturday Mix from MLMM, the poetry form we are challenged to try is the Epulaeryu (don’t ask me how to pronounce that). It is a syllabic form that “is all about delicious food.” Because my family spent yesterday afternoon and evening celebrating Father’s Day and three birthdays, we ate a ton of delicious and special food, including, as this post’s title says, burgers. This was a fun form to tackle. 🙂
Today has been a wonderful day! I got to see my “grandma” for the first time since last March. I wanted to write something about that, but I’m not getting inspired to write very much today. Here is a cinquain I wrote: After I baked brownies, I figured they needed an ode! XD Shared with the Writers’ Pantry at PSU. The picture is not of my brownies, unfortunately.
Based on this prompt about choosing and also on the fact that, even if I am interested by new stuff at the coffee shop, I almost always get black coffee or plain tea. Even with this poem, after spending a day wondering which form I should use to write it, I settled, unsurprisingly, on a Sevenling.
For DVerse Poetics, we are to use the inside and outside of a fruit as inspiration. Unexpectedly, I ended up writing something, and though it’s no masterpiece, I think it works.
Sturdy, thick skin
Can be scraped to make zest,
Can get under sharp fingernails
Citrus juice spills
Over hands which hold soft
Segmented flesh out, sweet and tart