Ode to a Turkey

Written for:  Poetic Asides PAD November 2020 Challenge - Day 22

"For today’s prompt, write a bird poem. You can make the title of your poem a specific type of bird and write from there. Or you can mention a bird (or several birds) in passing in your poem. Maybe poeticize the movements of a giant flock. Or take it in a completely different and creative direction."

Oh turkey
gobble, gobble
wobble, wobble.
I think we have
similar necks,
but on you–
devine.  I have
seen you as wild,
oh turkey.  You
point your beak,
and a vibrant palette
of pinions forms
behind you.  I have
seen you walk with
your poults following
in line.  You keep
your family together.
Oh turkey, you have
much prestige. A country
is named after you,
as is a bourbon.  But,
although I admire you, 
I also eat you.

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Intimate Group

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2 - Prompt #313 - Gathering

"Our gathering (if we’re able to gather at all) will be something else all together. Can you imagine Thanksgiving or our gathering in that dynamic?
 So as a twist (see?), we bring out our old friends, metaphor and simile to pull off this trick. In your “Gathering” or “Thanksgiving” poem, incorporate either a simile or metaphor to convey the thought."

The dried corn
hanging on front
door was not
as high as
an elephant's
eye, but hearty
in colors of yellow
and brick red.  This
is a Thanksgivette,
not quite a spread.
There were few
family members, 
and an embarrassed 
miniature turkey.
Yet, as embers glowed
in the fireplace,
we gave thanks
for what we did have–
much warmth and love.

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The Sheep’s Dine Out

Written for:  Sunday Muse #135  (posted by Carrie)

Where are ewe
and the kids?
The table is set,
a bit formal
for my graze,
but we promised
to attend.  Did
not check out
menu yet, but 
you can be sure
they will not be
serving lamb.


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The Old Cabin Home

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #483

Words:  wind, home, gratitude, tender, frill, feed, flow, silver, mince, road, finger, family

Wind slipped through
fingernail cracks
in the old family
cabin home.  Difficult
to find the dirt
road if you are
unfamiliar with this
no-frills area.  Family
noses sniffed out scent
of fragrant turkey, tender 
sweet potatoes, and mince pie.  
Perhaps not as many to feed
this year, but the flow
of silver conversation,
and grandparent's gratitude
was sufficient for all.

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“colors of life”

Written for:  Carpe Diem #1839 colors of life

"This month I have chosen the theme "autumn leaves", and as it says it's all about kigo for autumn. Today I have chosen the theme "colors of life" and that has to do with autumn, but also with life itself."

rustic red
leaves dance to the new season
under Autumn's light


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Tell Me When He Is Gone

Written for:  Poetic Asides PAD November 2020 Challenge - Day 21

"For today’s prompt, take the phrase "Tell (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase, make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem. Possible titles could include: "Tell the Truth," "Tell a Lie," and/or even "Tell Me Something Good for a Change." Of course, I'll also accept titles like "Teleprompter" or "Telephone."

tell me
when he's gone.
I need to breathe,
awake to morning
no longer in mourning
for country's loss of respect.
Please let me know when smoky sky
clears, and fire has been extinguished.


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Written for:  Poetic Asides PAD November - Day 20

"For today’s prompt, write a target poem. People shoot at targets with guns as well as bows and arrows. But they also aim at targets when pitching in baseball, rolling a bowling ball, and/or trying to hit someone in dodgeball. Of course, quarterly and annual targets are important in business, and there are moving targets in so many different walks of life."

she practices words
what will she say to him
his heart is her target
she hopes he feels the same way
if his eyes meet hers, she'll know


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I Saw You!

Written for:  Poetic Asides PAD November 2020 Challenge - Day 19

"For today’s prompt, write a confession poem. Maybe you ate the last piece of cake or broke the family television. Perhaps, you married too early, fell in love too late, or never did a good deed without an ulterior motive."

I shook the container
sounded like remainder was not
quite enough to save, but
I put it back on top shelf, closed
the fridge.  Did not suppose
anyone would expose culprit.
My brother witnessed it.
Selfish act to commit.  I'm sorry.

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Two Years

Written for:  Poets and Storytellers United
Weekly Scribblings #46:  Let's Celebrate!  (posted by Rosemary)

"So I had a birthday. Did I what! Which, dear wordsmiths, many of you already know from having seen it on facebook and showering me with good wishes.
That made me pause to realise, gratefully, how many friendships poetry has brought me over the years. Not all my fb friends and well-wishers are poets, but the majority are.

So let’s continue the party mood here! I invite you to write something celebratory. Or else to tell us about a particular celebration, real or imagined. New writing please, one per person, poetry or prose. Prose – a maximum of 369 words excluding title – may be fiction or non-."

Two years have passed by swiftly.
This is the anniversary
of the day he began
to become a different man.
His life has changed, his outlook, too.
Smiles and laughter replaced the blue.
He works with others to help them see,
how to find their own way, worked for me.


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Snowy Forecast

Written for:  Poetic Bloomings2, InForm Poet-Snow Way Triolet

"Today, we started getting our firsts glimpses of snow for the season. So, we will write a Triolet about something snow. That’s it and we’ll see how it goes."

The forecast is for snow today
but I won't get my hopes up high.
I don't sense it coming this way.
The forecast is for snow today.
How I'd love to ride in a sleigh,
warm up with cider by and by.
The forecast is for snow today
but I won't get my hopes up high.

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