Aloha!

This quatrain is for Fandango’s two prompts, FOWC: Precious and the Dog Days of August day 1: Trip. It’s silly but definitely describes my mood yesterday, and I would love to go on this vacation again.


Precious memories from a trip to Hawaii:
Beaches and food trucks, a spa day with pie,
An ocean away from daily life in the city —
Feed me some pie and tell me I’m pretty!

All the photos were taken by me last year. In addition to the quiche and pot pie, we also ate peanut-butter-and-chocolate-cream pie. That was a good day! 😀

Morning Fuel

For FOWC: Aid. A Chaucerian stanza inspired by coffee (what else, this early in the morning?). 


To aid in waking up my coffee’s there,

Its caffeine is flowing through my veins.

Its warmth is comforting, and I’m aware

That it will help me through the day’s remains.

A slump at 3 PM — my spirit gains

More motivation, energy and verve:

‘Most anytime is good to coffee serve.

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Rhyme Time!

I apologize: This seems to be the only way that I can fit all five of those rhyming words in one poem. This dark limerick is for today’s Saturday Mix on MLMM.


He’d wanted a wife his whole life,
But marriage with conflicts was rife —
So sad and defeated
He felt that he needed
To end all that strife with a knife.

dry rose flower next to broken heart shaped cookie
Photo by freestocks.org on Pexels.com

 

Heavenly!

This very short story is for Tale Weaver: Blessing and FOWC: Nearly. It was inspired by the picture below, which is a random meme I found online.


“I feel like this must be heaven!” Ellie exclaimed.

“Really?” her mother asked, laughing with amusement at her daughter’s exuberance.

“Well, definitely nearly,” Ellie said. “I bet only angels could make a cinnamon roll this big!”

BLESSED!

When All Else Fails…

This was meant to be just for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club this month, but then I realized — shockingly — that I could also write a poem inspired by the picture. Linking to the Weekly Scribblings, where we explore “when all else fails.”

Coloring 6_17When I feel like I’m drowning,
When my lungs pound to be let out
Of their cage, I find a place
Where I can breathe underwater.

When all else appears to fail,
Find where cats with mermaid tails
Play and swim, and simply dream:
For a moment flow with the silly whim.

 

This Poem is a Jackson Pollock Painting

This is for Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry #24. These are our inspiration this week:


And here’s what my brain did with that:

When I was a kid
I didn’t have a rubber ducky,
But I did love cheese puffs,
Especially the way they made
Your fingers orange.

(Nothing rhymes with orange.)

In elementary school
I remember learning patriotic
Songs, “purple mountain
Majesties” and all that;
We didn’t know what it meant.

(I don’t know what this means.)

I hope there’s a rhyme and reason
For even the missing things.

 

Note: I am even more unsure about posting this than before I typed it out, but I’ll do it to show Linda that somebody actually used rubber ducky and cheese puff in a poem. 🙂

Nailed It

For SoCS, our word is “nail.” Sometimes my brain can be ridiculous, but that’s stream-of-consciousness, so without further ado….

All I can think about are nail salons, even though I hate manicures. Looking at my cuticles, you can tell I hate manicures. What I hate more than manicures is how many places remain closed. I would appreciate the freedom to deny a manicure myself.

painted fingernails
remind me of M&Ms
that you cannot eat