We Are Teachers to Our Grandchildren

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

To these California sensibilities — gone crazy.

Gravy Volcano

I wrote a cherita for FOWC: Gravy, shared with DVerse OLN. Unfortunately, I missed the live event, but there was too much else going on. 🙂


As kids, who didn’t love making volcanoes:

Either as a science experiment for class, or
One made of mashed potatoes and gravy —

A baking-soda-and-vinegar mixture, or
Gravy overflowing the potatoes on a plate,
As if that’s the biggest disaster one could create.

(Dis)obedience

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!

Creepy Candy

This décima in response to this week’s prompt from Ronovan is also for FOWC: Insatiable and, fittingly, the Halloween challenge.


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.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

A Cordial Poem

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!

From the Unedited Idea-Container…

This is for SoCS, and the word today is container. I wrote a cherita pretty much as quickly as possible. 😅 


I think about the containers we keep food in:

 

Glass or plastic bowls, tin or aluminum cans —

I think about the container for baby Jesus

 

A manger, a feeding trough, for Him

From the beginning the Bread of Life,

So that we can contain the divine.

This is Our Lady of Guadalupe, because the Blessed Virgin Mary was the “container” for Jesus before He was born. 🙂

With the First Bite of a PB&J

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.