In Mother’s Room

I am in my mother’s room. It was the kitchen. Here she was the boss. The pots and pans were hers, the dishes, all the ingredients that fed the family. She kept us together with her mashed potatoes, green beans and meat loaf.

She nourished us with sweets made each Sunday. She poured the cereal of life into us each morning and sometimes when it was 20 below zero outside, she called from the kitchen, “Jane, French toast is ready.”

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dVerse prompt to write from a first line of a novel. I used Samuel Beckett’s “I am in my mother’s room.”

Memory of Paper Airplanes

I folded and creased the paper

to make a fuselage

long and slender

overlapped side wings

perfect aerodynamics

hoping it would stay aloft

that it would be lifted

by a current of air

and fly forward

tailwind taking it further

before the landing

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word paper

A Strange Wild Song

A strange wild song

echoes

the voice of the lobster

the walrus and the carpenter

the three voices

a strange wild song

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dVerse prompt to take poem titles of Lewis Carroll and create a new poem. Each line here is from a title. I think I will write more about this wild song of the lobster, the walrus and the carpenter, maybe tonight.

Laundry

In the sunlight

those wooden pins hold

against the wind

clipped on tight

holding cloth and line

blue shirt bellows out

it is sailing

across a sea of grasses

moored in this place

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dVerse prompt to pick a picture of the wind and write a poem