History

This is inspired by FOWC: Pizzazz and also Wednesday’s Weekly Scribblings but because it is so late, I am linking it to the Writers’ Pantry also.


History will certainly have pizzazz,

Yes? With truth stranger than fiction

(If anyone can even find it),

Allusions to the Apocalypse rampant,

Conflict in the plot of life outpacing

Many people’s ability to deal.

Is this a stream of consciousness for

The universe (which I wish we could

Go back and edit, reverse)? When will

This nightmare be consigned to history?

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! 😀

To Grow and Outgrow

A little rhyming story for FOWC: Simpatico and Ronovan’s décima prompt. 🙂


I was the new girl in the town;
He approached when I wore a frown
And sat alone, his friendly face
Pushed loneliness out of that place.

Through years and every up and down,
Time allowed our friendship to grow.
I found him quite simpatico,
But something happened I still grieve:
Without a warning he did leave,
Where he is now I do not know.

Ronovan Writes Decima Challenge Image

When I Was Little

For Linda Kruschke’s paint-chip poetry #30 and also shared with the Writers’ Pantry


Life was a delightful potpourri:
The euphoria of even a penny on the sidewalk
Amazing, ten dollars in a birthday card.
Depth of exploration in our back yard
Rocks, bugs, dirt and the occasional lazy lizard.
Uncoordinated me loved to dance, felt free
As a ballerina in magical pink,
I floated since no one told me I should sink.

 

Take-Out

At DVerse Poetics, we are talking about revolution! . I wrote this poem when the lockdown was still new, around April or early May, but I haven’t shared it before, so I hope it’s okay to share with DVerse. Also, I was inspired by a line from T.S. Eliot, here, so I apologize to him. 🙂 


I do not measure my forenoons,
Nor life, with coffee spoons,
But this month in counting
Take-out lunches:
Used to eat out often
Now we need to bring it in,
Whether it be BJ’s pizza
Or Craftsman, or anything
Else the cravings have wanted —
My cravings really ask for
Coffee, sitting at the café,
But that doesn’t need a spoon.
It needs a revolution.

Lawn Mowers and the Library

A first-person narrative for DVerse. We are almost out of time to link up, but read others here.


Friday afternoon I am taking in

The whir of the gardener’s lawn mower.

The aroma released from the freshly-cut grass.

The sun smiling on my eager face

The reward of slightly-achy legs,

As I walk home from the library,

Which is now closed indefinitely.

Outgrown

For MLMM’s Tale Weaver: Shirt. This is based on truth.


A favorite shirt outgrown:
Pretty pastel purple and blue,
With a rosette on the left shoulder,
She is unhappy but it is true:
She is getting older.
She thinks it looks so beautiful,
To let it go seems awful,
But the 9-year-old child knows
It has become too small for her.

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This looks nothing like the one in the poem.

Mystical Changes

Linda Kruschke has another paint-chip poetry prompt this week. It is a bit different this time:

I’m not sure if I like how this turned out, but here is my (first) attempt.


Isn’t gratitude something mystical?
It turns key limes into a pie,
It creates a banana split
From one humble fruit —
Tenderly-watered seeds
Bloom into Grandma’s hydrangeas:
Not every flower is showy
Yet they make a beautiful whole,
Isn’t gratitude something mystical
Running in the family of hope?

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By 3268zauber – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=5074918

Opposing Forces

This is for the Saturday Mix (on a Sunday) and also fits with FOWC: Idyllic. This prompt is apt for this week. 


Circumstances we do not pick,
Situations far from idyllic.

There is difficulty breathing,
Whether it be from masks or police
Or viruses, not leaving
Any aspect of society in peace.

I wish again for childhood,
Descend the slide of despair
Barely able to cope —
Ascend the ladder of hope.