Allium

Giant Allium by Chris Gladis in Kyoto, Japan

Giant Allium

I Live in the City

Lady on a Tree in the City


I live in the city
where there's plenty of trees

and a small patch of earth
where I plant on my knees

tulips, and daffodils, and allium tall,
they'll brighten the spring,
and sleep in the fall;

in summer there's roses
delighting our noses,
and

trees to sit under
to rest in our wonder.

Two and Two

Two and Two:
 one pair says hello,
the other says miew.
Wooden shoes,
and billowing skirts,
a mouse to amuse,
can turn to dessert.
One pair wears a bonnet.
In truth, this is no sonnet.

Thank you, Monday's Child : Illustration by: G. Shepeard

Mrs. Mallard's "I Stand Here Ironing"

Illustrator Elizabeth Webbe (Thank you MONDAY'S CHILD)

As I stand here ironing
I imagine what you'll say
when you return from Boston Gardens
at the end of the day:
Our field trip had treats:
sweet bread with a spread;
the cars made strange honks
that scared Tonkie who fled.
The teacher took wing,
his expression was red,
"Tonkie,  as always, alongside me instead."
Then we waddled onto the cobblestone
where the proud bronze ducklings in their glory shone.
"We aren't daffy ducks," our teacher said,
"but wondrous, just have a look, we are
like those in Mr. McCloskey's book."

Tuna Fish and Mayonnaise

Tuna fish and mayonnaise

with potato chips

they amaze

Glass of chocolate milk

swig it down

chew a salty bit

and turn around

Tuna fish and mayonnaise

with potato chips

today's the day

Glass of chocolate milk

swig it down

let your tummy

grow full, let your tummy

grow round.

Public Domain Image LC

Hallelujah for mayonaisse and tuna!

haiku and hiroshige

I've been writing some strict haiku --  visit my current fascination at
http://hiroshigehaiku.wordpress.com

I will get back to writing here tomorrow. I can't wait to write a poem about a tuna sandwich with potato chips.

Triolet for a Wolf

image from Wikimedia , artist, Gustave Doré

(in the Public Domain)

Triolet for a Wolf

One afternoon deep within the wood,

I was warm when you came near:

You leaned your coat against me and there I stood,

one afternoon deep within the wood.

I didn't move although I thought I should--

your heat and silence were enough to fear--

 but that afternoon deep within the wood,

I was so warm when you came near.

Illustrator, Vivienne? 1947

Wishing Poem (prompt from Monday's Child)

I wish to lick the moon,

to hold your tears in a sugar spoon.

I wish the snow were made of gold

and I wish the young were never old.

I wish my eyes were brown, not blue

and the sky could recall each bird that flew.

I wish my thirst would let me be

and that dish of milk were enough for three.

I wish to fill a wishing well

and then go fishing for a spell.