Holiday Season
That Christmas of ’81,
my tummy resembled
a Christmas turkey,
but we had burgers,
since my first was born
three days later.
During the holidays,
we have one more
reason to celebrate.
Connie Peters' poems in progress
Holiday Season
That Christmas of ’81,
my tummy resembled
a Christmas turkey,
but we had burgers,
since my first was born
three days later.
During the holidays,
we have one more
reason to celebrate.
Day 24, If you blank, added four sisters
If You Knew My Family
If you knew my family
of my childhood, you’d remember
my oldest sister, a leftie,
banned to the end of the kitchen table,
so she wouldn’t bump anyone.
You’d remember my second sister,
between dad and my third sister.
We had to speak carefully;
she was squeamish. I loved chicken skin,
but I couldn’t use those words.
You’d remember a little red-haired girl
making her way across
an ear of corn on the cob
and dinging at the end
like an old typewriter.
You’d remember me,
never heeding Mom’s warning
about tilting back my chair.
But I never fell and killed myself
like she thought I would.
You’d remember my little sister
crammed between mom and the leftie.
One time she put olives
on all of her fingers.
Funny things to remember.
Day 24 metaphor From free verse to rhyming verse
Reading and Writing
Reading: The jet that flies you
to faraway places
in the comfort of your chair,
and to meet new faces.
Time machine that transports
you
back one to many years
to see long-ago people,
not bombarded by fears.
The magic that enables
to explore fantasy,
wild landscapes and characters
no one has ever seen.
The rocket that launches you
to Jupiter and Mars,
Or to the unexplored worlds
far beyond moon and stars.
Writing: Makes you jet pilot,
Time machine’s scientist,
Magician of the magic,
and Astronaut of space.
Day 9 Weird , from haiku to dizain
Accents
A Southern Baptist preacher came to town.
Began a church when friends and I were teens.
And we invited those who lived around.
About the Bible none of us knew beans,
But were enthusiastic, so it seems.
So summers, kids from south came to our aid,
And helped us with the church that we had made.
From north and south, we all had fun till through.
“Ya’all are weird they drawled,” and teased and played.
And we retorted, “Yins are so weird, too.”
Icicles
I cicles, like spears, hanging from the roof
C apturing the sun light
I admire them first
C old and gleaming
L ong and sparkly, bulgy and pointed
E nding with a crash
S ince I clear them away for safety.
Fire
F lames flickering and dancing
I nspiring while repelling
R adiating, illuminating
E nchanting, compelling
Weather Warning
I walked around the park yesterday. Twice.
Not a flake of snow or patch of ice.
But the sky looks ominous this morning.
The weather man has sounded his warning.
No traveling today was his advice.