Challenge from Jennifer Jowett: write a haiku about a nature-oriented Japanese word character.
Challenge from Jennifer Jowett: write an origin poem – what are your roots?
on Ware Street
in Waycross, Georgia
in the wee hours
of July 8
Felix heart-pounding cool
Miriam painfully excited
about the happy and
interesting journey ahead
drama-filled waiting room
Felix sweating it out
NO DADS ALLOWED! birthside
new parents, driving home
What are we in for?
beneath Plant Avenue
by the landmark Green Frog
with an undeniable gas bomb…
they understood a little more
I was christened
with family tears of joy
Miriam as beautiful through birth
as when she left us in 2015
our mournful tears, deathside
little blips on the dash –
joys and sorrows
Challenge from Jennifer Jowett: Write a poem in a strong voice, with what X might say. Example: What Cornonavirus might say, what a hungry dog might say, etc.
I’m not going!
Why should I want to
eat a formal dinner with
a tableful of self-showcasers
I don’t even know?
Round tables of 12, you say?
If it means your job, then I’ll dig out
my black dress and pumps.
Ignore my cussing.
Those sequined evening gowns
are breathtaking –
How stirring you dropped
a cool mil to
impress people you barely know.
And those stylish updos,
Let me savor all the
glittery berry shades
of fake nails at this table.
Ignore my squinting as your
glitz and bling blind me.
And those matching designer evening bags
I should be so envious of all of you,
with my leather backpack, book,
Moleskine journal, and fountain pen.
You are clearly all first-place trophy wives
of the year.
No one comes close to
competing with you.
Ignore my fumbling to touch
Five minutes in and already
I don’t know your
but I’m sure that while all
their husbands are cheating
and they seem to be so hurt,
you might should shut up –
or, find a caring friend
who’ll slap you some sense.
You might jinx yourself.
Ignore me while I inspect the
craftsmanship of this sterling relish fork!
You don’t say!
Your son is expecting again?
And they just moved into their
mansion in Vail?
Where he’s the Pediatrician
of the year for the country?
And your beautiful grandchildren
are in the finest private schools?
Wait – don’t tell me – they’re all
on Headmaster’s Honor Roll?!
Those little geniuses!
Hahahahaha, you think
they get it from you?
Ignore me while I scroll to a picture
of my ill-behaved Schnauzer.
A brand new Rolls Royce?
I’m so sorry your heart is
they were two shades of gray off
from your heart’s desire.
Maybe next year.
Ignore me while I kick my husband under
the table and lock glaring eyes on him.
Indeed, Elizabeth. I’d heard you mention
that your daughter is THE decorating queen
and is dressing department store windows
in New York City as a side job
while she awaits word on her lead role
in a movie. You say she even
came in with her design team
and redid your house?
There is no way that you can imagine how
honored I feel to be sitting at the table
with one who holds the title of the most
elegantly decorated home in the world.
Ignore me while I sneak a few sentences
of my next chapter….
Those pictures of your anniversary cruise
to Italy are totally gorgeous, Pandora!
No way!! You mean you actually threw a coin in the
world-famous Trevi Fountain?
AND saw the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel?
I’m sure no one in this ballroom has ever
visited Italy in the winning way that you have.
Your moments outshine all of ours –
Ignore me while I look at my phone screen
to see my husband and me smiling in Rome
before I go home,
and nonchalantly finish my book.
How admirable, Lovey, that you
donated 10 million dollars
this week to help
those who are starving
and can’t afford
gala gowns and cruises!
Those destitute souls,
cannot even take care
of themselves. And you.
Look at you, head tilted
at lost-in-deep-thought angle,
fingering the petals of the centerpiece
as you crown yourself THE BEST EVER
in your daydream.
Ignore me while I write my annual
check to support public broadcasting.
I am truly thrilled to have met you all!
What? Christmas cards?!
Oh, believe me – I’ll be looking forward to the
Blessings of the season that you’ll sincerely
wish for me
as you share
all the successful accomplishments
of your year.
Ignore me while I jot key words
so I can write a poem
for the 5-Day Writing Challenge
about why I’m glad to be
an officially diagnosed introvert.
glittery flickers and glimmers
of 1970s festivities, memories
of Miriam’s simmering skillets,
scents of Christmas dinner deliciousness,
mothering me: metallic fillings
of bitten aluminum foil, agitating
through the roof tooth nerves!
bidding forgiveness, then
tinkly and ringly tintinnabulation
such merriment foretells
of silvery and harmonistic bells, bells, bells
shimmer disappears, silver tarnishes
constipated cumulonimbus thunderheads –
threatening vistas, tinting windows
of diminished consciousness, disturbing
my mother’s pallor as she
relinquished this world –
the glitzy glamour girl
of the 1950s,
dimming, sinking in 2016, sprinting
into the swirling, twirling,
Starry, Starry Night
re-enter the shimmer
visions of her inspiration
NO. miraculocirrus Miriam –
audible, visible, omniscient,