I can taste it, Like the first bite of a hot-fudge sundae Or a gooey, cheesy pizza So delightful Rich Decadent, Yet well-deserved. I long for it From deep within my bones I hunger I ache For a Good Night’s Sleep
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Why I Don’t Write Limericks (NaPoWriMo Day 7)
Sometimes as a matter of course My thoughts into structure I’ll force In my strong efforts I’ll Replace substance with style (Putting the cart before horse)
Signs of Spring – National Poetry Month Day 6
Signs of Spring The hostas, in hushed whispers Poke their heads from the earth And signal an all-clear The crocus responds Gentle, persistent, Not wishing to interrupt But clear to any who listen And others, in turn, join the crescendo: Daffodil, tulip, forsythia, lilac Silenced, I join the world in The deep, full breath IContinue reading “Signs of Spring – National Poetry Month Day 6”
Do You Remember Me? National Poetry Month, Day 5
Do You Remember Me? You… You, with that faded bonnet, The microscopic handwriting, The comics you drew me, The moldy mess we excavated from your desk, The orange sweatshirt you always wore, The April Fool’s joke you played on the class, How you didn’t speak until February, How your grandma was your rock, How youContinue reading “Do You Remember Me? National Poetry Month, Day 5”
Why I write – Poetry month day 4
Why I Write There is a certain Satisfaction That comes with cooking a good meal. It’s the love stirred in The effort of smelling, tasting, listening, editing Until it seems just right And the hungry ones take it in And where there was once noise There is the quiet Of grateful and appreciative chewing. AndContinue reading “Why I write – Poetry month day 4”
Priorities (National Poetry Month Day 3)
Priorities Sometimes when I shower, I (full of distractions) grip the soap Too tightly, and It pops right out of my hand. I used to Reach for it blindly, Block it with my elbow, Slow it down with my knee, All to keep it from Hitting the shower floor; A valiant effort That many timesContinue reading “Priorities (National Poetry Month Day 3)”
Soapbox: The Way I see Things 