Chicken and Drooling

I was a little behind on Day 5 of Inktober, so I had decided to combine the themes from Day 5 and 6 into a single drawing.  The themes were “chicken” and “drooling.”  I hope you enjoy the poem that I wrote to accompany it.

Stomach growls with hunger
Staring at the roasted chicken
Glistening in the store,
He salivates on the window.

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Spell

This poem and drawing is based on the word “spell.”

A little bit of woof,
A little bit of ruff,
Some bones, some meat,
Just enough.

Mix it together
With a “poof” and a bow-wow
You magically transformed 
Into a cow.

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Poisonous

I apologize as it has been a long time since I posted any poetry here. To add a little inspiration for myself, I decided to write short poems based on drawings I did last month for Inktober. It is turning out to be quite fun, so I hope you enjoy them   The first poem is based off of the word “poisonous”

Her body sprawled on the jungle floor.
Her legs turned black and blue.
The snake… slithered away.

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Here is another poem I wrote for “poisonous”

Carpet soaked with red wine,
she lay motionless on the floor,
broken glass scattered by her side.

Writing Prompt

A few weeks ago, I attended Poets at Play and the proctor provided a writing prompt.  I didn’t follow the prompt that day, but decided to try it out while I was relaxing at the beach the following day.  I’ve listed both the prompt and my poem below 🙂

The Prompt:
Make a list of the following things and include them in your poem

  • 3-4 colors
  • 3-4 sounds
  • 3-4 flavors
  • 3-4 parts of the body
  • 1 factual statement
  • 1 command
  • 1 thing you lost
  • 1 particular question
  • 1 abstract question
  • several locations
  • several objects
  • 1-2 living creatures
  • 2-3 kinesthetic adjectives

My Poem

I arrived at Seacliff Beach
in my metallic baby blue minivan,
dressed in a neon pink shirt,
a flapping lavender skirt,
and modern happy black sunglasses.
I can’t stop… dancing to the music.

Birds chirping in the sky,
dolphins swimming in the ocean.
The scent of smoked sausage
drifts in my nostrils
and I can’t stop
popping flaming hot
cheetos into my mouth.

My big toe caresses the sand.
I am writing a poem at the beach,
sitting in my camping chair,
tapping my knee cap
as visions of the past
drifts into mind.

“What time is the turkey done?”
my grandparents asked
over the loud hum
of the refrigerator
as I stood on the balcony
eating mint chocolate chip
ice cream,
watching the dog’s leash
get caught on the tree trunk.

A fly buzzed by
my ear lobe just then,
just like the time
at Levi’s Stadium.
I was so distracted,
I hit my funny bone
and dropped my nachos.

Nothing was as bad
as discovering bed bugs
in our room
on the cruise ship
and hearing the fast
clickety-clack
of high-heeled shoes
on the dock
every hour, every night,
more annoying
than the loud rev
of a Harley engine starting.

Is my sanity worth more
than human compassion?

A tangent of images,
a tangent of thoughts
based on a list of words.
Maybe it’s time…
to leave the beach.

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  • Please note that majority of events and locations (other than me writing at the beach) are entirely fictional.

Today’s Life Lesson

I apologize for not posting in so long, but I’ve been really busy with life.  Anyhow, this rhyme popped into my head today and I thought it would make for a perfect meme.  Sometimes, when the times are tough and you need to keep your sanity, it’s best to just walk away, move on and live your life.

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