Katniss's Dilemma Dentist's office? Therapy gym? Or Capitol creation that tears limb from limb? © 2013 by Violet Nesdoly (All rights reserved) *************** In the land of Panem, it's not only the Hunger Games arena that is hazardous with booby traps! This is my response to Laura Purdie Salas's 15-words-or-less image/poem challenge ("Man or Machine?) … Continue reading Katniss’s Dilemma
Black Friday Blues The one-day sale inflated my morning with a blast of urgency. Trying to figure out how to adapt the thing I wanted to my home my home to it had me darting about all day frantic as a balloon losing air. Now I and the bag with my return are lying limp… Continue reading Black Friday Blues
The (not so) secret message of Christmas Unto us a child is given. O come let us adore Him! Yea, Lord, we greet Thee Emmanuel; His name is called Emmanuel. Veiled in flesh the God-head see. O holy night! Light and life to all He brings. I wonder as I wander. © 2013 by Violet… Continue reading The (not so) secret message of Christmas
Mother Bear I am the one who puts oatmeal on the list so that we will not have a morning without porridge. I am the one who cooks it stirring its volcano bubbles from gruel to a thick predictable pudding. I am the one who dishes it into bowls -- large, medium, small then calls… Continue reading Mother Bear
The Custodian The coffee cups we take into the sanctuary she sees as spots to scrub from the carpet later. On youth night she braces herself for toilets plugged with paper towel sinks clogged with toilet paper. The inconspicuous, numberless door in the hallway we’ve never really noticed— she has the key to it could… Continue reading The Custodian
Match November is the month for poems to hatch I hope to incubate a healthy batch in fisher-talk, haul in a bumper catch till there’s no room to store them in the hatch. My problem is, these poems don’t hit me natch I always seem to need a key or latch I’ll count on Brewer’s… Continue reading “Match” and writing challenges
I'm excited to have had a visit from the roaming Mortimer Rabbit this week. He arrived feeling a bit off after his visit with Matt Essenwine, though. It seems that Mortimer ate some rotten apples there, thinking they were a love potion or some such. At least that's what I think he said. He did… Continue reading Mortimer visits Canada
The last few weeks have felt unusually busy. When that happens, I find it hard to get in the poem-writing zone. Last weekend was a case in point. It was Canadian Thanksgiving. We had the kids and grandkids here for a visit. It was such fun, but there was hardly a minute left over for… Continue reading The grandma poet
COMPLAINT Women’s work is never done... The burner rings are caked with overflow. Is there anything to eat? Mom, there are no clean socks. The burner rings are caked with overflow. Is that a spider’s trapeze swaying from the ceiling? Mom, there are no clean socks, and We’re running out of milk. Is that a… Continue reading Complaint
Fruit Notes She bathes in Bubblelicious Fuzzy Peach towels off then spritzes Kiwi Melon Splash. She chooses Mango Sunscreen for the beach or Lemon Lime or Berries from her stash. She balms her lips with Sour Cherry Twist her body polish sparkles Groovy Grape. She freshens up with Pomegranate Mist (such well-fed skin will never… Continue reading Fruit Notes
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