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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 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

Poetry Challenge Day 3: The Best I Can Do

Getting in my Day 3 poem a bit late in the day. I’ll keep this introduction brief– I think the poem says it all!

The Best I Can Do

Today
is one of those days
when the writing prompt is “delight”
and my mind is a blank.
Outside my window
it is still crusty gray winter in April.
Spring seems far away
and I’ve been dragged through
some hard times for quite a while.
Haven’t we all?
My mood is low
and the cruel weasels in my head
are too loud. Continue reading

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