musings, life lessons & poetry from Theresa Jarosz Alberti

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Poetry Challenge Day 8: “Minnesota, Weather-or-Not”

Busy today… my kitchen needed a major clean-up to prep for Easter brunch tomorrow (see yesterday’s poem about the food!). Today’s poem is a haiku about the weather. We seem to be going from snow a week ago to temps in the 60s-70s-80s this week. Crazy! I rather prefer a gentle spring with buds and blooms leisurely waking up, but we don’t always get what we prefer.  Here’s the quick poem.

Minnesota, Weather-or-Not

Winter melts away.
Just add sun, instant summer!
Where will spring blooms go?

 

Photos by Rhae and DominikRH of Pixabay.com.

Poetry Challenge Day 7: “Sausage Links”

Today’s poem was inspired by the errand I ran, in preparation for family Easter traditions. The poem explains it all, hope you enjoy!

Sausage Links

It’s a few days before Easter.
The kids will be coming for brunch.
I head downtown to Kramarczuk’s,
the Eastern European deli my relatives
have always worshipped. Both sides
of my family are Polish, and sausage
is a requirement for every holiday.
Not just any sausage: these long,
smoky, garlicky links, hand-made,
authentic Old World, a savory splurge.  Continue reading

Poetry Challenge Day 6: “Triolet”

Struggling today… no bursts of inspiration or magical words. I tried writing a triolet, a form of poetry I’d never heard of before today.  A triolet is an 8-line poem where the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines are identical, as are the 2nd and 8th lines. There is repetition, and a tight rhyme scheme that follows ABaAabAB, where capital letters indicate repeated lines. It sounds simple AND confusing at the same time!

Anyway, here’s what my muddled brain came up with after spinning ’round and ’round for way too long. I’d like to try playing around with this poetry form again. It could yield some interesting results if I was not squeezed for time.  Better luck tomorrow!

Triolet

There is no cure for writer’s block.
Don’t ask the cat to be your muse.
Just give up and take a walk.
There is no cure for writer’s block.
Sometimes your head is full of rock.
Your cat will only purr and snooze.
There is no cure for writer’s block.
Don’t ask the cat to be your muse.


Photos:  my photo of Loki, and Steve Johnson of Unsplash.com.

Poetry Challenge Day 5: “After-Days”

I didn’t follow the prompt for this one, so looked around in the Notes app on my phone where I sometimes write down snippets that could turn into poems someday. The first line of this poem had been sitting in there quite a while. Can any of you relate to the topic? I hope not!

After-Days

What do you do with old, worn-out dates,
once celebrated, now fading to gray?
They’ve been an automatic reflex for so long,
anniversaries marking the calendar
like tombstones so solid
I keep stubbing the toe of my heart on them
as the months pass by.  Continue reading

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