Empty lecture halls,
School online for near future:
Degrees in Covid.
The wood-burning cook stove that Granny once used
Is cold now, and covered with dust.
But, oh, what sweet mem’ries my heart still enjoys:
She cooked all our favorites for us.
Her biscuits were tender and flaky and high;
Her dumplin’s cooked tender in broth,
Her pork chops fried up in her skillet of iron,
And milk gravy stirred up to a froth.
Her taters and onions fried tender and sweet,
Her chicken all crispy and brown,
Her ham with pineapple baked for Christmas treat,
And her pies with meringue by the pound.
I miss her a lot, and not just for her meals.
It’s her wisdom and love I miss most.
Her twinkling blue eyes and her bright sunny smile,
And her hugs. Without them I am lost.
But it helps this old heart to stand here by her stove
And remember those meals she prepared,
‘Cause each tasty treat was much more just food.
It was through them her heart she did share.
Well, what can I say? I just wasn’t in the mood for anything serious this evening. In fact, I think “silly” would define my mood best. So, I threw caution to the wind and just wrote out this little ditty to lighten up the day. I couldn’t seem to get away from that old cliché “Love is just around the corner,” so I decided I might as well put it to use for my NaPoWriMo offering.
LOVE DRIVES A BLUE CHEVY
Love, they say, is just around the corner,
But I’ve found that is simply not the case.
I’ve walked around about a million corners,
But none has led me to love face-to-face.
I’ve run into some mighty friendly people,
And into quite a few who were rejects.
Then there were some mentally unstable,
But such variety one must expect.
But as for love, I’ve simply never found it,
Turning corners, going ’round and ’round.
However, when I crossed the street last eve’ning,
I heard some horns and then a screeching sound.
I stopped and cringed and closed my eyes completely,
Expecting to be hit both hard and fast,
But when I realized I was still standing,
I looked up and was instantly amazed.
Love sat behind the wheel of a blue Chevy.
He’d stopped it just one inch from me away.
But not to worry; I’m not pressing charges,
Because tomorrow is our wedding day.
I really enjoy taking part in the National Poetry Writing Month 30-day challenge. The idea is to write a new poem every day for 30 consecutive days. I’ll have to admit that I usually don’t manage to write 30 brand new poems during that time, but I do manage to write a lot. It’s great fun. Some years I’ve used the national prompts that are listed on the site I’ve linked to below. But other years, I’ve gone my own direction entirely. One year, I did only cinquain and wrote a new one each day.
This year I’m probably not going to work with the prompts because, frankly, I’m not sure I can stay with the program for the whole month this time. Other things are challenging my time and attention. But I’m at least going to jump in and get started. If you are a poet — or even if you’d just like to try your hand at poetry for the first time — you might want to check out the host site for the NaPoWriMo challenge at this link:
Let’s get started and have some fun. My poem for day 1 is below, and in since I’m almost to the end of the day already, I’m taking the easy way out and resorting to cinquain — but at least I’m offering 3 stanzas. 🙂
CAUGHT BY SURPRISE
It caught me by surprise.
But I can trust my old standby:
And sometimes sweet.
But when my syllables
Don’t add up right, I get a bit
I’m doing fine.
I’m finding words that fit.
So my verse for day one I can