Sometimes wonder
Where I do reside.
Living life daily
In different worlds,
Virtual and real.
Social Media,
News, Televison,
Websites,and books.
Asleep and awake,
I am a sojourner.
Syllabic Verse
Sometimes wonder
Where I do reside.
Living life daily
In different worlds,
Virtual and real.
Social Media,
News, Televison,
Websites,and books.
Asleep and awake,
I am a sojourner.
Syllabic Verse
Home is my happy place
Filled with special treasures
Only my heart knows
Senryu
At the present time
This small corner of the world
Is filled with joy and peace
Haiku
As the busy day ends
We all need a place to call
Our very own—it’s Home
Senryu
In memory of your
Faces we no longer see,
Who fought to keep us free,
Souls so brave and true, now gone,
For our freedom we thank you.
Tanka
Today
While in my path
A stranger I did meet
Speaking a language not my own
Smiling
I hushed the cute brown pup
Whose ire I’d arisen
By walking near
His home
Butterfly Cinquain
NaPoWriMo Day 13–Prompt: “Someone Said” write a poem about a conversation with a stranger.
During quarantine
Learning the value of our
Ordinary objects
Cookbooks, ovens, dinner plates
Become familiar
Tanka
I grew up in a time when people rarely ate out, at least those I knew. My family always ate meals at home around our big Formica kitchen table where conversation was shared along with mom’s wonderful home cooking.
I learned to cook and bake from my mom and aunt, most of my friends did also. It was just an ordinary part of life back then.
High School had Home Ec classes and Shop classes as part of our learning experience, to prepare us for living as adults.
There were some restaurants, but our family rarely ate out. A treat for us was to occasionally eat a light supper out on a Friday night shopping trip downtown at Woolworth’s lunch counter. We would order toasted egg salad sandwiches with pickles on the side and potato chips. As we waited for our food we would watch what was called the “dumb waiter” open and close as it carried food up and dish tubs down as the kitchen was downstairs from the counter above.
So cooking my meals at home during this time of quarantine has not been a big change for me at all, as that is what I usually do anyhow. I feel it tastes better and is less costly to do so, although I do occasionally like to order a pizza or sub sandwich at a local restaurant as a treat.
But many people during this time of virus, are having to learn to cook as they stay home in quarantine. It is a new experience for them as they were accustomed to frequently eating out. They are now sharing recipes and pictures of their dinner creations on Facebook. The family dinner table is being restored, and ordinary things like ovens, and mixing bowls, are being used again.
That is the good I see coming out in all of this. That is the part of this I hope has some lasting effect, as immediate families grow closer together and spend more quality time at home, and life slows down to bring appreciation of ordinary things.
NaPiWriMo Day 8–Prompt: Ordinary Things
Comfortable, cozy cushions
Old fashioned, plump, place
Upholstered in pink flowers
Covered with patterned pillows
Home sweet home’s happy place
Acrostic
#NaPoWriMo Day 2–Prompt: Place
This old couch might be out of style and unattractive to some, but it’s my comfort place and where I often go to relax in the mornings to have my coffee and view the world outside my window.
This is where I often get inspirations for my poetry also.
Sometimes I look at it and can’t believe I purchased it second hand for only $7.00!
It’s a treasure to me and my favorite place, now more than ever since we are in this “shelter in place” time.
Where is your favorite place? Are you able to access it often?
Humble abode, yet it’s the
One place where I can be
Myself.
Every man’s castle
Acrostic
In 1644, English judge Sir Edward Coke was quoted as saying, “For a man’s house is his castle”.
Comforts
Of home
Allude
Many
Syllable Lune
As I sit on my cozy couch this chilly December morn, drinking coffee after a breakfast of my favorite toast and jelly, I am enjoying the warmth of the heat and the quiet ambiance of my surroundings, and I am grateful for all I have.
My thoughts turn to those who are homeless, in shelters, or victims of human trafficking and abuse, or others trapped in lives of stress or poverty. The many who don’t have the comforts of home.
I pray for them, and do what I can to help them.
As I sit quietly
In my home’s cozy corner
My prayers travel far
Senryu
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