Posted in November 2019, Syllabic Verse

Bittersweet

Bittersweet plant drawing

Reflecting

Upon some

Bittersweet

Memories

Giving thanks

They happened

When they did

Syllabic Verse

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! 😊

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 July 2019, Syllabic Verse

Scent-A-Mental Memories

Our Old House 1959
Our Old House 1959

My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.

Syllabic Verse

Posted in June 2019, Triolet

Intermission Time

Suitcase

I’m going on vacation

Bags are packed, ready to go

Plans made, work is done

I’m going on vacation

Looking foward to fun

Expectations high, doubts are low

I’m going on vacation

Bags are packed, ready to go

Triolet

Isn’t it great when we can plan and take a vacation?

Whether is just an overnight stay, a few days away or just a day trip it’s an exciting time.

The planning and packing sometimes are better than the trip itself because of the adrenaline rush they bring into our life.

Something new awaits us!

We are leaving our comfort zone and venturing out into the unknown, anticipating good results!

It’s summer, time for vacations, pack up, go make memories that you can savor when the chilly winds of fall arrive in your life and winter knocks on your door with her icy fingers.

Even if everything doesn’t go as planned you will still be able to look back and be thankful that you took time to take a break and enjoy life!

Posted in April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Syllabic Verse

Scent-A-Mental Memories

Aluminum Percolator

My childhood alarm clock was varied, often twas

Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.

Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum percolator,

A signal it was five am and mom was awake,

Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.

I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets

Knowing I have another hour before I hear

Dad’s voice calling,“ Leona! Time to get up!”

Those sounds, smells,and sights are now memories

Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.

Syllabic Verse

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 13–Off Prompt