(Poem 213 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Doctor Dear,
Does your mommy know you’re here?
Did she pack you a lunch
and put bows in your hair?
Can you stay here this late,
or do you have a curfew?
Are you allowed to use those shiny tools,
or do you need adult supervision?
You have such a big vocabulary
for such a young lady.
Such gentle care,
Sweet Doctor Dear.
@Home Studio – 213th poem of the year
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(Poem 212 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
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Auspicious stone turtles
stand guard, gargoyles of
destiny, good fortune baked
into their shells, assuring the
dwelling longstanding fortune.
The turtles in the pond
fight for bits of mushy carrot,
stale bread, and greens,
unaware of the larger battle
being fought in the sky pond
by Grummans and Warhawks.
The people swim and love,
dream and hope, serve an
emperor or a president who
demands unwavering loyalty,
and wonder when peace will
fill the turtle house again.
@Home Studio – 212th poem of the year (After reading The Turtle House by Amanda Churchill.)
Churchill, Amanda. The Turtle House. Harper Collins, 2024.
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(Poem 211 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
If Joy and Sadness
go missing,
Anger, Fear, and Disgust
try to
take control.
And no matter how
hard we try to ride
the train of thought
to the solution,
it’s difficult to
escape danger
without sacrificing
little pieces of ourselves.
But the integration
of our most vulnerable
parts strengthens
our core memories
and allows us to reach
out from our islands
to embrace those we love.
@Home Studio – 211th poem of the year (After watching Inside Out with my grandkids and bawling like a baby.)
Docter, Pete. Inside Out. Amy Poehler, Pixar Animation Studios, 19 June 2015.
(Poem 210 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
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Kazu Music
discordant at first
too much stimuli
for neurodivergence
to tolerate without
an escape plan
in place
unless love and
patience can
settle and soften
and rebuild a
family in all its
lovely mess.
@Home Studio – 210th poem of the year (After watching Music by Sia with Debbie and Celinda.)
Sia, Music. Kate Hudson, Leslie Odom Jr., Maddie Ziegler, Hanway Films, 14 Jan. 2021.
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(Poem 209 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
One person’s junk is
another person’s treasure,
or so I’ve been told by those
who love garage saling.
Hunting for a steal is
the name of the game;
if you’re brave enough to play,
you might just get hooked.
A hover board for free,
though no way to charge it.
Harry Potter jelly beans,
if you like the taste of vomit.
Bring a wad of cash;
dollar bills are the best.
Don’t be shy about haggling;
your prize will be the experience.
@Home Studio – 209th poem of the year (My granddaughter Queen Charlotte went garage saling with my Great Aunt Eva, who is the real garage sale queen.)
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(Poem 208 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
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Sitting in the eye of the storm
while the world flies past
outside the windows of this
steel box protective casing,
heart races, sinews solidify
to the point of intense shaking,
and nothing but this fixed point
matters because precious life
rests in that axis and the
breath that was held is finally
released into the stillness that
settles after spinning out.
@Home Studio – 208th poem of the year
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(Poem 207 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
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Vermithor and Silverwing
bond with dragonseed;
bastard-born means
nothing to monsters who
breathe fire and only calm
to the ancient tongue.
Smallfolk dare dream large
in hopes of claiming what
birthright they are owed.
@Home Studio – 207th poem of the year (after watching House of the Dragon Season 2 Episode 7.)
Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.
(Poem 206 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Seasmoke has spoken
without words, choosing
a rider for himself from
the Velaryon lineage.
His Addam is a first
among men in that he
was sought out by the
beast and selected for
the bond, plucked from
the sea of obscurity his
illegitimacy destined.
The gods are as wise as
they are capricious.
@Home Studio – 206th poem of the year (after watching House of the Dragon Season 2 Episode 6.)
Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.
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(Poem 205 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
“With the king’s promises…you can feed the mouths of ghosts.” Mrs. Hammer
While the Sea Snake grieves
the Queen Who Never Was,
his granddaughter must lift
his gaze beyond self-pity and
remind him of the duty he owes
his queen who is blood and fire.
While the King Consort slowly
descends into madness amidst
strangers and ghosts at Harrenhal,
memories and regrets haunt
his dreams stealing his peace,
darke magic weakening him.
While the Usurper King lays
melted by dragon fire and pain,
the lowborn people starve and
wale and weep as one because
the gates are barred and the
stores are empty as a dry well.
@Home Studio – 205th poem of the year (after watching House of the Dragon Season 2 Episode 5.)
Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.
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(Poem 203 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
By starlight she scales the walls
to right the wrongs of evil men,
fully masked, cloaked by night,
emboldened by years of inequity.
A virgin widow determined to
defend the oppressed and forlorn,
she must fight her own instincts
by day and bide her time under
the withering weight of custom.
A knight for the suffering meek,
a flower who must learn to bloom.
@Home Studio – 203rd poem of the year (Based on the Korean drama Knight Flower.)
Jang, Tae-yoo. Knight Flower. Lee, Hanee, Lee, Jong-won, Kim, Sang-joong, Lee, Ki-woo, Base Story, 12 Jan. 2024.
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