Butterfly Cinquain: Syllabic Poetry Challenge No. 39
Kigo: mango, nostalgia, plum wine, faerie
Kigo: mango, nostalgia, plum wine, faerie
Food's sacred. Growing up, we never went without, never mocked or wasted it. Today, It breaks my heart to see how food's wasted when families are going hungry on the planet. How did this happen? Is food not comforting?
How amazing it is that we can still remember things that happened long ago. How amazing! May we never forget.
The two babies we had the privilege of birthing are young men now. I'm amazed at how fast the time zoomed by. Occasionally I think of that time and remember it like yesterday. Nostalgia. I pray for our young people the world over.
Hiraeth -- a word from the Welsh language, was the theme of the challenge I participated in. Mine is creative non-fiction from one of my many times visiting my grandparents: Nostalgia.
The morning sun wafted in with a peculiar scent of yore that took me traveling to yesteryear with nostalgia. I remember, I remember.
Recounting the few items that will silhouette my year’s end festivities. May your year-end celebrations be merry and bright as you do December your way.
Today, my dear mamá would have been celebrating her 88th birthday. And so in her honor, I'm dedicating my sonnet No.7 to her. Happy Birthday. And if it pleases you, I dedicate it to your mamá too.
Do old photos send you down memory lane? Or do you care not about the past? I'm a softie for old photos and for old things that obviously hold secrets and good memories. Hope this poem sits well with you. Enjoy.
We're all unique and everything about us is extraordinary. Me: Soil, grass, coconuts, plantains; sky, sea, breeze — all soaked into me. What's your scent? I really want to know about the home that raised you.