The prompt for this hour is to write a four stanza poem. The stanzas can be as long or short as you want them to be. In each of the stanzas, you most repeat one of the lines in the first stanza. It can be the same line repeated in each stanza or a different line in each stanza. This can have a dramatically different effect, depending on the length of the line and the length of the stanza.
This prompt is sweet!
a mongrel
leaps over the wall
tail wagging
my calloused hand
over its mangy back
a mongrel
cocks its leg at the park sign
pets not allowed
a mongrel
lies down and shows
its belly—
I trace the scar
of broken trust
a mongrel
drags her teats along
to the hobo’s whistle
Gumbo
I like my gumbo chickened
not pigged
not alligatored
not shrimped:
not what-evered
I like my gumbo chickened
morninged
nooned
or nighted:
when-evered
I like my gumbo chickened
stewed:
not fried or poached
not sautéed or barbecued:
not how-evered
I like my gumbo chickened
in New Orleans
Nashville
or Charleston:
where-evered
Love it!!
Thanks so much.
I give way to escapees
I twist through greeneries
I stretch for miles, no end
I am a road,
I bend.
I emerge a tiny sprout
I eagerly reach out
There’s oxygen I send
I am a tree,
I bend.
I stretch to waken me,
I fold to smaller be
It’s gratitude I send
I am a girl,
I bend
I wake with ideas grand
I sit then sleep then stand
I unwillingly transcend
I am the will,
I bend.
I have three children different age groups of their own. One who’s twenty-five and the others is four and the last just born.
They drive me insane and says words I have to refrain. But, I would beat death if he threatened their health.
A mother is strong
A mother is wise
A mother is brave there’s no surprise
Her heart is full
Her arms are open
Her thoughts are deep with
love and devotion
She loves without regret
without any regards
She loves completely and unconditionally extremely hard
I see long and clear and sometimes forever. My body is big and small and hard as a rock. I may have to be adjusted and sometimes make you squint indeave. I sometimes can help you see down the block. When all is said and done you can’t put me down. So don’t try and don’t worry I’ll still be around.
I’m a woman of God his daughter forever. I thank Him constantly for what I can endeavor.
He made me who I am as strong as can be. I pray to Him always and forever daily. A devoted wife, a loving mother, an elder sister to six sisters who I’ll love for the rest of my life
The rain smells wonderful after a fresh fall. It’s so crisp and clean and clear to all. It’s wet to touch cool or warm. Washes the dirt so we can farm. It helps things grow big and strong, like fruits and vegetables all year long.
Flies are nasty, pesty things that anore you to no end. They land and poop on everything, you swat them with your hand. A swatter usually does the trick to kill these speedy flies. Be very quiet, be very quick, to make them all just die.
Music soothes the wiry mind and feeds the hungry soul. It grabs you by the jugular and moves you across the floor. Swaying you front and back and forth like a gentle breeze, or like a wild animal almost ready to cease.
I’m happy to be alive.
I’m happy to be well.
I’m happy to have my family as you can tell.
I’m happy to be breathing.
I’m happy to have the work of my body to carry me on my way.
I’m happy that my loving husband to love me tomorrow, yesterday and yes even today.
The longest day I ever had was the day I gave birth to my last child. Twelve hours of labor, contractions to boot, I tell you they were nothing but mild.
Sweating and in pain lasting so long, I’m never having any more children. So, I’m happy with the three I had right now, I wouldn’t change a thing.