Lost Latte

I am working on my poetry muscles this month by joining #verselove at ethicalela.com. Today’s model was a Cherita, a poem that tells a story or tale. The form consists of three stanzas- one line in the first, two in the second, and three in the third. I had been thinking about a topic all morning when after lunch it just hit me – figuratively and literally!

Latte – A Little or A Lot?

I was bemoaning the fact that I had nothing to write about.

Fortunately or unfortunately a little story found me. I was looking forward to a chai latte after lunch on this bleak and rainy day.

I loaded up my Keurig and anticipated the warm beverage. So much so that I fumbled the cup and spilled most of it on the counter and onto the floor. Should I be satisfied with the three mouthfuls I saved or brew another cup?

A Pain in the Rain

Rainy days make me feel old because I let them shift my focus from what I can do to what I can’t do. My joints throb; my muscles ache – the rain just announcing its arrival. My knees sing “click, crackle, crunch.” A finger bends and has trouble bending back – it gently cries, “Oil can.” Walking around is made more difficult by this weather event causing me to be even more reliant on my “gait aid device” aka cane. I can let water flow from my eyes in despair, or I can look forward to the rainbow.

Today’s poem is a 4×4 Poem inspired by Denise Krebs and the directions and format can be found at ethicalela.com #verselove

It Won’t Get Me!

Arthritis stinks
Predicts the rain
It slows me down
But I don’t stop

Rest when needed
Arthritis stinks
Medicine helps
Exercise too

Can sit all day
Or push myself
Arthritis stinks
Get up and walk

Aging is hard
But life is good
Movement is sweet
Arthritis stinks.

I’ll do my best to keep looking for the rainbows, but there are two more days of rain trying to shake my resolve. Break out the relaxing teabags!

HOPE

Across the sky,
it writes its name
in the darkness.
HOPE

In the stars
I see sparks
of my dreams.
HOPE

In the stars
I see smiles
Of my lost loved ones
HOPE

In the stars
I see bright eyes
Of future generations
HOPE

In the stars
I see flashes
Of peace
HOPE

Celebrating Poetry

Fresh off the March Slice of Life Story Challenge, I am jumping into VerseLove, a 30 day poetry writing experience to celebrate National Poetry Month. I cannot convincingly say I will be successful in writing a poem a day, but I will give it a try.

April is also Jazz Appreciation Month which I think is very fitting. To me, poetry gives writers more creative leeway in format and word choices just the way Jazz allows musicians to improvise and branch out of more formal structures.

Today’s poem.

Poems bring me joy
Opening my heart and soul
Evoking memories – happy and sad
Taking me deeper – inside to
Reflect, retrace, renew
Yielding to the call for quiet

Color My World

30 Color Quotes for a Colorful Life - Best Quotes About Color

Today we had a middle school club period; I moderate the Poetry Workshop. Our focus today was on color poems. First the students did a quick write about their favorite color, and then I shared Hailstones and Halibut Bones by Mary O’Neill. If you don’t know this book, you must check it out. It is a beautifully written and illustrated collection of color poems. Below is my quick draft that I wrote while the kids were writing their color poems.

PURPLE

Purple is royal and regal and proud.
It can be muted, or it can be loud.

In the kitchen purple can be small or big
Eggplants and onions; cabbage and fig

Purple is hyacinths, verbena, and aster.
It’s also in sunsets over the pasture.

If you’re Prince, you see purple in the rain.
If you’re clumsy, you see it after the pain.

Purple has many names; here are some:
amethyst, lavender, magenta, and plum.

What’s your favorite color? Why?

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Mountain Climbing

Today’s poem is a triolet. “A triolet has 13th century French roots linked to the rondeau or “round” poem. It is an eight line poem.

A (first line)
B (second line)
a (rhymes with first line)
A (repeat first line)
a (rhymes with first line)
b (rhymes with second line)
A (repeat first line)
B (repeat second line) (Writer’s Digest)

Here is my draft of a triolet.

Mountain Climbing

The stairs are always cruel to me
my Mt. Everest for sure
one at a time, knee by knee
The stairs are always cruel to me
I hate that others have to see
that climbing stairs has become a chore
The stairs are always cruel to me
my Mt. Everest for sure.

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Going Back to School

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Today’s poem is a Cinquain. “Inspired by tanka, the cinquain is comprised of 2 syllables in the first line, 4 in the second line, 6 in the third, 8 in the fourth, and 2 in the fifth. Plus, poets have the freedom to add or subtract one syllable from each line.” (Writer’s Digest)

This is my draft of a cinquian.

Tuesday
feels like Monday
first day back after break
the countdown to the end of school
begins.

Easter Egg Hunt

Today’s poem is a Quintilla.

“The quintilla is a Spanish poetic form that, as you may have guessed from the name, uses five-line stanzas. Here are the guidelines:

  • Five-line stanzas.
  • Eight syllables per line.
  • An ab rhyme scheme in which at least two lines use the “a” rhyme and at least two lines use the “b” rhyme…
  • But the stanza cannot end with a rhyming couplet.”

(From Writer’s Digest).

This is my draft of a stanza of a Quintilla

Kids ran in every direction
to find plastic eggs on the ground
filled with delightful confection
searching and giggling abound
now each have their own collection

Unexpected Kindness

50 Kindness Quotes That Will Stay With You | Reader's Digest

During the month of April, I have challenged myself to write a poem each day as a way to participate in National Poetry Month. Today’s poem is a TANKA. Tanka poetry refers to a Japanese 31-syllable poem, traditionally written as a single, unbroken line. The word “tanka” translates to “short song.”  Here is my version.

Kind acts are alive

Shopping at the Dollar Store

Someone held the door

Conversations in aisles

A car stopped to let me cross.

Some days gettting around is not as easy as others, and those small acts of kindness really mean a lot. Not only did a young woman hold the door for me, she was was like a perky store greeter asking me how I was. A couple of people in the store struck up short conversations about items they were looking at. Even with masks and social distancing, and people searching for last minute items, there was kindness. It was a cane day for me, so heading back to my car I stood on the sidewalk waiting for a good time to cross over to my parking spot when a driver in an SUV stopped and let me cross and didn’t creep up as I was crossing. I felt unhurried, and that was another kind act that made a difference in my day. It was certainly a reminder to be kind: it isn’t that hard and could change a person’s day.