Tag: Memories

Fragments and Paint Chips

Hello friends. We’re still in the S section of the poetry dictionary this week. I’ve settled on sentence fragment for this week’s prompt. We all know, I hope, what a sentence fragment is, but I’m sharing the definition from the dictionary nonetheless. Unfortunately I can’t...

Haibun Paint Chip Poetry Prompt

I’ve been crazy busy this week, on top of having my power and internet out for two days because of an ice storm here in Oregon. I was tempted to go with haiku from the H section of the poetry dictionary. But then I pulled...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #16

It’s week 16 of Paint Chip Poetry! It’s hard to believe how time flies, even when you’re stuck at home because of a pandemic. So this week’s topic is pilgrimage. Oh what cruel fate, since many people can’t literally go on a pilgrimage anywhere right...

Potatoes – A Quadrille

I expected to find Mom in the living room, smoking a cigarette and watching TV. Instead, she was in the kitchen peeling potatoes. I paused to watch her pull the paring knife toward her with each peel, like she’d done a thousand times before. _______________________________________...

Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #3

It’s week #3 of my Paint Chip Poetry Prompt. The last two weeks the words were quite arbitrary and odd. I really do pull them from the paint chip deck randomly, so I never know what we’ll get. This week, with one exception, I think...

Of Eggs and Mad Money

I wrote this poem last May for a contest. Because it had to be unpublished for the contest, I didn’t post it here at the time. I wasn’t a finalist, so now I can do what I want with the poem. I decided to post...

Hanging with My Dad

He hangs upon my office wall A reminder that he’s gone But also that he was once here Well, not here, in my office, of course He was long dead before this room, this building existed But here, in my life, loving me Loving his...

An Ode to Moss Landing

I wrote this poem in the guest book at Moss Landing, Ocean Shores, Washington. I took a picture of it to keep a copy and decided to share it today for Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub. ________________________ An Ode to Moss Landing, June...

The Saving Grace of Jello

I don’t really know what cancer is, but mom’s in the hospital having surgery because she has it. I think that’s what Aunt Barb had and she died. I hope mom doesn’t die, too. We’re visiting her today. She might be ready to come home,...

Peace on the Breeze

There is no scent like eucalyptus to bring me back to days of yore Summer sun sweetly gripped us as down the road on bikes we tore No Kookaburra graced our gum trees though a hawk or two was seen Smelling its scent wafting on...