Posted in Senryu, September 2019

Just Fiddling Around

Poodle doodle
Original “Poodle Doodle” by Leona J. Atkinson

Life has surprises

Sometimes we just need

To Doodle a Poodle

Senryu

Today was one of those lazy days for me. It was chilly, windy, rainy outside and that just made me want to stay inside, sit on the couch and draw or read.

I ended up doodling, on my phone, which I don’t often do, but found it quite enjoyable today.

Years ago when my grand-kids were all littles and the four of them we’re having breakfast at my house I invented a game to keep them focused while eating. We all loved to eat toast with jelly in the mornings so I asked them to each come up with a name for the shape of their toast after they took a bite or two out of it. We all came up with some amazing shapes of dogs, cats, people, etc that caused many laughs and memories. It got to be a fun tradition which they remember to this day even though they are all grown up.

So today as I was eating my toast and jelly for breakfast I tried it again just for fun and got a shape which I thought looked like a dog’s head.😊 I snapped a picture and ended up doodling it into a poodle, which I will be sharing with the grand-kids via phone message later today. 😊

You just never know what life will bring you each day!

Today even though it was stormy outside and I was disappointed with the weather because I had wanted to go to Free senior day at the local zoo but didn’t because of the rain, wind and cold, I had a fun day inside creating memories.

Hope you did also! 😊

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Posted in Epulaeryu, September 2019

Pizza Pie

Pizza infographic

A culinary delight!

When I first met you,

It was true love at first sight!

Especially so,

After taking that

Very first

Bite!

EPULAERYU:  (7 lines–33 syllables–7-5-7-5-5-3-1 About a culinary treat or favorite food.  Ends with an exclamation point! = !)

I first saw and tasted Pizza in the late 1950’s in a small Italian restaurant in Kenosha, Wisconsin. My older sister had discovered it through eating out with some of her high school friends and excitedly told our family about this wonderful new food item. So our whole family went to see what it was and we all loved it! It ended up being my dad’s favorite food 😊

Where Did The Word “Pizza” Come From, Anyway?

For more information:https://www.dictionary.com/e/whats-the-origin-of-pizza/

Posted in Free Verse, Repetition Poetry, September 2019

Pearce Campus

Pierce Campus, Zion IL.
Pearce Campus, Zion, IL.-Image from Pinterest.com

I Remember freshman hall, lockers slamming, saddle shoes running, clock ticking, four minute bell ringing.

I Remember upside down and backwards padlocks, cleats clicking on shiny floors, frustration at boyish pranks.

I Remember hall monitors sitting straight up in square tan desks checking hall passes.

I Remember English class, the Ides of March, Julius Caesar, “Et Tu, Brute” and our teacher, Miss Barton, reading aloud to us.

I Remember pony tails, petticoats, angora sweaters and class rings on neck chains.

I Remember GAA initiation, walking through peeled grapes and cooked spaghetti blindfolded, trying not to scream.

I Remember every stair and hallway, where they led, and the shortcuts only upper classmen knew about.

I Remember graduation day, on the football field, my classmates and I shedding bittersweet tears as we marched to “Pomp and Circumstance”.

I Remember signing annuals in the rotunda on the last day of school, not realizing those words would remain longer than the building we were standing in.

I Remember Pearce Campus before its bricks were sold and it became a parking lot.

Free Verse/Repetition Poem

I wrote this poem as an imitation of Joe Brainerd’s poem “I Remember” as spoken of in “Adventures in Anaphora” by Rebecca Hazelton.

I wrote it in memory of my old high school campus which was just torn down last summer and turned into a paved parking lot. I attended classes there from 1959-1962. The building held many memories before I attended and many afterwards.  Its destruction touched the hearts of many people.

Posted in Free Verse, Repetition Poetry, September 2019

Inspiration

Original photo of a soap bubble

I am the morning dew glistening

I am the sun shining

I am a bird singing

I am a flower blooming

I am a squirrel scurrying

I am the wind swirling

I am a leaf falling

I am a tear on a cheek

I am an aging voice

I am a child’s laughter

I am a stranger’s smile

I am a mother’s hug

I am a spoken word

I stand at your door knocking

I stand waiting for you to find me

I stand in the silence of night

I stand amid the noisy throng

I stand among your daily moments

Free Verse Anaphora

(Imitation poem of “The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee” by N. Scott Momaday)

Posted in Cinquain, Scripture, September 2019

This or That

Scatter kindness mixed media art
“Scatter Kindness” mixed media ATC by Leona J. Atkinson

Scattered

Everywhere

Tiny seeds of kindness

Some grew and joyfully to me

Returned

Cinquain

In the morning sow your seed,

And in the evening do not withhold your hand;

For you do not know which will prosper,

Either this or that,

Or whether both alike will be good.

EccL. 11:6 NKJV