(Poem 233 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Jane’s Krazy Salt is
my favorite seasoning
I’ve ever tasted.
@Home Studio – 233rd poem of the year
Jane’s Krazy Salt
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Mean Girls
(Poem 232 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
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My granddaughter admitted
school was off to a rough start.
I asked her what was wrong,
and her answer broke my heart.
She said there was a mean girl
who was excluding her at lunch.
She had to sit all by herself,
which felt like a gut punch.
I asked if the only other
black girl in her class
stood up for her or reached out,
but that did not come to pass.
Why can’t children include others?
Why must they make it so hard?
I guess it’s human nature to fear,
and be a bully in the school yard.
We talked about some things to try
and a few days later I checked in.
Not only were things going better,
But the girl was now her good friend.
@Home Studio on – 232nd poem of the year
Runner ups for the Mean Girls photos to accompany my poem:
Starbucks Sunday
(Poem 231 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
It’s a Starbucks Sunday kind of day
with a Texas August outside and
chilled artificial air cooling us in our
fishbowl drinking iced tea and pink
fluffy milkshakes with fancy names
like Strawberry Cream Frappuccino.
Fellow goldfish scurry from their cars
into the inside where it is safe and
comfortable with the sounds of music
and laughter, frothing and cash
registers, clip clop of flip flops, and
pleasant conversation that dips and
swells and matches the happy serenity.
@Starbucks Studio – 231st poem of the year
Hot Pot
(Poem 230 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Hot pot evening
broth burns tongue
warms bellies
fills contentment
noodles, mushrooms,
thinly sliced beef,
tofu, egg dumplings,
sprouts, fish balls,
onion, bok choy,
spicy or really spicy
are the options
because my daughter
is the hostess.
@Home Studio – 230th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Hot Pot photos to accompany my poem:
The Women of House of the Dragon
(Poem 229 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
The women of this world
create a complicated
kaleidoscope of mothers
and sisters who must
begrudgingly tolerate the
men who share their space.
From the bawdy pirate queen
with her many wives and
loyal crew of rowdy marauders,
to the gentlest soul Helaena,
unwilling to harm another,
but unafraid to speak the truth.
From the queen who ever was,
whose unwavering hope inspires
a new world of dragon riders,
to the queen who agonizes
over the decision to sacrifice
her own flesh and blood for
the sake of a kingdom of peace.
From the Lady who searches
the moors and her soul for the
dragon she believes is destiny,
to the White Worm who knows
the underbelly of hunger and
thirst and clawing her way from
the trench to the castle better
than most can begin to fathom.
@Home Studio – 229th poem of the year (after watching House of the Dragon Season 2 Episode 8.)
Condal, Ryan and George R. R. Martin, creators. House of the Dragon. HBO Entertainment and Warner Bros., 2024.
Runner ups for the women of dragons photos to accompany my poem:
Lesson 20 The Way of the Wizard
(Poem 228 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
“Although you may fancy that you own a part of this earth, in fact you only walk it.” – Merlin, The Way of the Wizard
We seem to move
indiscriminately
on the road of time
because we cannot
see the patterns of
spirit in the dust,
or the restlessness
of the wind as it
scatters our ashes
to build new homes,
and we are afraid
of the secret places
of the soul that hide
around the next bend.
@Home Studio – 228th poem of the year
Chopra, Deepak. The Way of the Wizard: Twenty Spiritual Lessons for Creating the Life You Want. New York, United States of America, Harmony Books, 1995, pp.136-142.
Runner ups for the dusty road photos to accompany my poem:
First Day of School
(Poem 227 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Dressed to impress,
hair styled just so,
feet in new shoes,
look at them grow.
Climbing on a bus
for the commute,
backpack and lunch
and smiles to boot.
Headed to school,
meet the new class
make new friends
and have a blast.
It’s a great day to
start the new year
of learning and fun
with nothing to fear.
@Home Studio – 227th poem of the year
Coconut Candy
(Poem 226 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Powdered coconut
and sugar dissolve
on the tongue with
a texture as strange
as it is addictive.
Mexican pink is the
color layered over
a pristine white as
contrasting as a
flower bursting
through the snow.
@Home Studio – 226th poem of the year
Kage’s Unraveling
(Poem 225 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
I’m afraid my cat
is unraveling
like an old sweater
with a snag.
If I pull too hard
on the loose thread
catching
on my ring
or hangnail,
who knows
how many carefully
knit rows will come
undone
and fall,
gravity removing all
trace of ever having been
a woven thing.
I don’t think he can
be put back together
again
if he falls
from his wall
and I don’t know
how to keep
him balanced
on the ledge
between
this reality
and the next.
@Home Studio – 225th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Kage’s Unraveling photos to accompany my poem:
Hair Sticks
(Poem 224 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
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Whether a ji to pin
a perfectly coiled
chignon in place,
or a binyeo to look
powerfully poised,
hair sticks are a
timeless adornment
that are practical,
beautiful, and one
of the few women’s
accessories that
can double as a
weapon if needed.
@Home Studio – 224th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Hair Sticks photos to accompany my poem:
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