Posted in Double Butterfly Cinquain, September 2019

Simultaneous Sights and Sounds

Sunset

Last night

The sun painted

The western sky orange red,

While fingers plucked harp strings

Inside.

Soothing sounds enveloped my ears,

Drowning out the darkness

Of reality

Outside.

A home

Just blocks away,

While my ears heard sweet words,

Others were being torn apart

Inside,

As the blackness of a cold heart,

Unleased its bitterness,

Drowning a soul

In tears.

Double Butterfly Cinquain

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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 April 2019, Choka, NaPoWriMo 2019

Spring Senses

Spring wreath with flowers, bird and butterflies

Waking to the sound

Of a dove’s soft cooing,

My sleepy eyes delight

At sunshine, and the morning

Sounds of baby birds.

Taste awakening anew,

I touch life boldly

Smelling it’s fragrant winds that

Promise new life again.

Choka

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 25–Prompt: write a poem about a specific season using all five senses

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