
Thoughts of cherry trees on
Gloomy winter afternoon
Paintbrush reads my mind
Haiku

Thoughts of cherry trees on
Gloomy winter afternoon
Paintbrush reads my mind
Haiku

An angel left us
Silently, went to heaven
Christmas Eve morn.
Fifteen years of her friendship
Remains in our memories.
Tanka
A tribute to our family cat who passed away this last Christmas Eve morning.

Once again we say
Goodbye to another year lived
We look back at days
The precious jewels of time
They live in our mind
Shining, jaded, memories
Remain, we reflect
Upon the good and bad days
Gone forever from us
Choka

Strings of bubble lights
With tinsel
Childhood tree adorned
Syllable Lune

Reflecting
Upon some
Bittersweet
Memories
Giving thanks
They happened
When they did
Syllabic Verse

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! 😊

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.

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

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!

Lovely soft scent
Infuses the air
Lingering long
Awakening
Childhood memories
Acrostic