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

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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

Posted in Free Verse, November 2018

Mom Thoughts

Welcome Bear lawn statue

How fast the toilet paper goes

And the shampoo too

Food in the fridge

vanishes

Yet laundry and trash pile up

The house is filled with people

Chattering, moving,

Echoing life

To rooms once empty and silent

Peace is now hard to find

Among so many different

Personalities

Cupboards are looking bare

As is my bank balance

But my heart is happy

The kids are home again

Free Verse

(Inspired by my daughter whose four grown children are all living at home with her and my son-in-law again for awhile)

Posted in Con-Verse, October 2018, OctPoWriMo 2018

Dancing on Air

Loretta Dorothy Dietmeyer Cliff 08-25-15 to 10-10-00
Loretta Dorothy Dietmeyer Cliff 08-25-15 to 10-10-00

Angels in euphoric dance

Swirl in the great expanse

Over the clouds so puffy white

Heavenly beings full of delight

Mom is there joining in with glee

Eighteen years this day, there went she

Left earth aged with all its pain and woe

And flew to heaven with hair white as snow

Now in restored youth, she rejoices there

Dancing joyously with angels upon the air

Con-Verse

( I wrote this poem with my mom in mind as 18 years ago today she left this earth and went to heaven. She was 85 years old and I like to imagine that today she is in restored health and dancing on air with angels, as she always loved to dance when here on earth.)

(This is my first time writing this Form called:

Con-Verse, created by Connie Marcum Wong, which consists of three or more 2-line rhyming stanzas (couplets). The meter of this form is in syllabic verse.

Rhyme scheme: aa,bb,cc,dd,ee

Meter: 7,7,8,8,9,9,10,10,11,11)

(Syllabic verse only counts the number of syllables in a line.)

(This form consists of three or more couplets which ascend by one syllable up to and until you reach a syllabic count of eleven which would contain ten lines.

This process may be repeated for a longer verse. If repeated, you must begin your first couplet with the syllabic count of seven again and continue from there.)

#OctPoWriMo Day 10 http://www.octpowrimo.com/2018/10/poetry-prompts-day-10-dancing-on-air.html

Theme: Dancing on Air

Word Prompts:

Euphoric, Dance, In the clouds, Delight, Joy

Posted in August 2018, Senryu

Lunch

Tomato and Loaf of Bread

Homemade bread

A fresh tomato sandwich

A link to the past

Senryu

When I was a kid in the 50’s my school lunch, in a brown paper sack, consisted of a tomato sandwich made from mom’s homemade bread and a garden fresh tomato. I still love that combo.