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Día de los Muertos
(Poem 307 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Death is a part of life.
Altars of favorite foods
photos of the deceased
marigolds, candles, incense
family picnics at the graves
opportunities to connect
to ancestors and remember
their part in our story
and that they are still with us
and alive in our hearts.
@Home Studio on 11/2/24 @ 10:20pm – 307th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Día de los Muertos photos to accompany my poem:
Día de Los Angelitos
(Poem 306 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
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When the gates
swing open at midnight
the children flow
from heaven with joy
and laughter, eager
to visit their loved ones—
piles of fruit, mole, peanuts
and sugar skulls, soda
and candy, toys and cocoa
cover altars graced
with their little pictures.
Music and food, prayer,
family telling stories,
honoring the dead
by remembering.
@Home Studio – 306th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Día de los Angelitos photos to accompany my poem:
Swinging Darkness
(Poem 304 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
If you ever see a swing
gently swaying
and no one appears
to be on it, know that
monsters cloak
themselves in darkness
that cannot reach
our eyes so they can
play without scaring us.
@Home Studio – 304th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Monster Swing photos to accompany my poem:
Eulogy for Aiko
(Poem 302 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Our sweet girl fell asleep
for the last time yesterday.
She was our timekeeper,
door alarm, friend, snack
stealer, companion, guard
who would play with any
trespasser, reluctant auntie
to many small animals
including kittens, a puppy,
hamsters, and a possum,
our deer chaser, pond
swimmer, pack leader,
bossy lady, fluffy fluffer,
treat eater, snow lover,
couch layer, baby protector,
Charlotte’s sister, smart girly,
whose faithful, consistent,
steady, sincere, gentle, easy-
going, curious, loyal, loving
nature made our family
a stronger pack and we
will be forever grateful
for the love she gave
so generously every day.
Aiko is survived by Kenji, Chika, Cotton Eyed Joe, and Kylo from her fur pack and was especially close to Charlotte and Julian, who were honorary members of her pack because they were children during her lifetime. Charlotte and Aiko were born the same year and grew up together.
@Home Studio – 302nd poem of the year
More Aiko Pics:
Black Cat Day
(Poem 301 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
In honor of
Black Cat Day
we allow ourselves
to be silly and play
and pounce
on snacks
watch movies
with no facts
Kiki’s Delivery Service
has a black cat
Jiji is his name
cute sarcastic brat
the Star Trek episode
with the shape shifter
she appears as a feline
with a time-travelling mister
and Edgar Allan Poe
with his creepy tale
of a cat in a wall
who sends a murderer to jail
we even brought
our black meows
as guests of honor
hiding somewhere in the house.
@Home Studio – 301st poem of the year (After having a Black Cat Day celebration at Debbie’s with Celinda.)
Runner ups for the Black Cat Day photos to accompany my poem:
Skeleton Birthday Parties
(Poem 300 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Skeleton birthday parties
are quite a hoot
They eat licorice and smarties
and drink out of a boot.
They love exploding candles,
streamers, and balloons;
they leave the place in shambles
after watching cartoons.
They sing Happy Birthday
about a million times,
and afterward they may
commit some minor crimes.
Forget peace and quiet
if you ever get invited.
It really is a riot—
just try not to get indicted.
@Home Studio – 300th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Skeletons photos to accompany my poem:
Fox
(Poem 298 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Fox liked to roam
all the day long
amidst the toadstools
humming a song.
While he meandered
he’d think big thoughts,
ponder serious ideas,
untangle life’s knots.
He wondered if someday
he’d find a mate,
discover his purpose,
become something great.
The forest already
knew each answer:
he was destined for love
and to become a dancer,
an artist, a writer,
a ninja, a sensei,
a father, and a friend,
to show others the way.
He had no idea
what the future would be,
but everyone he met
could already see
that Fox was destined
to become folklore;
his influence expanding
generations and more.
@Home Studio – 298th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Fox photos to accompany my poem:
My Grandson Michael Myers
(Poem 297 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
What is wrong with children these days?
My grandson’s goal in life is to either
scare me or disgust me
and my reaction must be over the top.
He just turned 6.
How does he even know who Michael Myers is?
Can we turn the clock back to dinosaurs
and race cars, Frozen and Trolls?
At least he had the decency to explain
to me that he is wearing a costume and he
is not the real Michael Myers.
He went on to explain that there isn’t even
a real Michael Myers because he’s pretend,
so no children will be killed in this process.
I appreciated the reassurance.
@Home Studio – 297th poem of the year
Seeing Flower
(Poem 293 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
One of my favorite
exotic plants
is the Seeing Flower.
I’ve never been able
to grow them at home
but have found
several in the wild.
I absolutely love
how they track
your movements
and appear to make
eye contact.
I always wonder
what they are thinking.
I know it’s silly,
anthropomorphizing
a flower, but
I can’t help it.
They say eyes
are the window
to the soul.
What if plants
have souls?
@Home Studio – 293rd poem of the year
Runner ups for the Eye Flower photos to accompany my poem:
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