Midwinter light breaks
monotony of grey – tree
dances in glimmer.
(For Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt: glimmer. Image from personal collection.)
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Grandma To The Rescue
September is
chilly mornings
and classroom routines,
cardigans dragged home,
and the onset of colds.
Grandma packs her bag
with activities to distract,
a soup to boost bodies
and an apple crisp
fresh from the oven.
Some days
the best education
comes snuggled under
warm blankets with
inter-generational love.
(For Ragtag Communty’s daily prompt: crisp. Grandma duty calls, be back later!)
Tristful
Touching
Resentment
Imbibing
Sadness
Tumbling
Feelings
Underlying
Loss
(In response to Ragtag Community’s prompt for today: tristful.)
Love-In
Dreams big
this budding leader,
astral charts
painted on her walls,
thoughts always adventuring.
Eight summers
we’ve camped together
grown our minds
and spirit –
an inter-generational
love-in.
(It’s summer camp time at Grandma’s again. Written for Ragtag Community’s prompt, astral, and Fandango’s, camp.)
Modern Remedy
Live-streamed chaos
warps social norms – mindfulness,
art of Zen – balance.
(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: zen/ chaos.)
Toddler Takes Over
Look at me –
all authority and control –
productivity overload
until emotion,
undisciplined,
toddles in,
waves her curls
disrupts
feed her sugar –
a bribe to settle her down –
she’s having no part of it
topples organization,
sabotages rationality –
child’s mind taking over.
Magic Sunshine
Sunshine, you magician,
adding sparkle to my view,
painting the cloudless sky
a dazzling shade of blue –
favoured by your golden rays
we all take on a glowing hue.
(Tuesday, I will borrow a poem from Twitter. Visit me @Vjknutson)
Herding Cats
One a Tom –
night prowler,
elusive schemer –
renders me sleepless.
Another, pampered,
a diva demanding,
high anxiety to boot –
makes me crazy.
Third, a trickster,
stays out of sight
and then springs –
keeps me on my toes.
This raising children,
like herding cats –
next to impossible,
and I’m allergic.
(A light-hearted poem in response to Willow Poetry’s What Do You See? Challenge: featured image.)
On a Diet
I dined on your expectations,
enticed by the spice of your words –
insatiable this hunger for approval.
Mistook self-assuredness
for wisdom – how bitter
the aftertaste, how empty
the truth –
Learning to feed myself –
sustenance geared to fulfilling
personal dreams.
Let Up Bug!
I throb,
belly a swill of green –
never smoked…
There is good air & trees,
and warming chards
Breathe out…and spit..
Only champagne cup
would wet and waken
Let up bug!
(Friday is Magnetic Poetry day for me. Coincidentally, I have been fighting a bacterial infection, so the words are fitting.)
