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Wednesday Pie
Wednesday shows up on the calendar again;
Before the end of school a truck comes to a screeching halt
At the curb, through snow and rain,
Belching out of open side doors a stack of weekly newspapers –
Stories of the neighbor’s news - fashion shows – editor’s reviews –
Pictures of the local teams, summaries of city council meetings
Newly crowned homecoming queens - recipes and local garden tips.
So much to do before the news goes out – delivered to every porch -
The papers rolled then bound with bands of stretchy green
And, if, by some chance, rain falls upon the early twilight
The news in bright circulars, ads for help, letters to the editor
Crammed into clear sacks now wobbling down the street on two wheels
In a rite time honored as newsboys wearing woolen caps
Shouting headlines on street corners.
One more rite of passage for news day, a resting place past a garden gate,
A welcoming front door swings open at a touch
With scents of cinnamon rushing out like a news flash;
Hot off the press, fresh coffee filling cups -
Breaking news! Wednesday’s featured article in bold type!
Grammie, editor-in-chief, and her apple pie waiting for release!
Every Wednesday my grandmother made an apple pie. Every Wednesday afternoon my aunt and cousins, along with other friends, would arrive for pie and coffee as they took a break from delivering a weekly newspaper. A delicious memory.
7-3-20
I don’t like poems because they are exact summaries of everything felt at the time they are written. Memories of grief, pain, sorrow, sadness, anger, guilt, shame, joy, passion, love, jealousy, and envy wash over you, flooding your senses. You relive whatever moment led to the inspiration behind the piece, and it is both taunting and exhausting. I feel the weight of all the emotional labour I must overcome just to consume the art.
I prefer fictional writing because of its endless scale, its boundless freedom to explore any reality, any dimension. It’s fun, it’s pretend—it serves as a never-ending night sky, covering you like a blanket over your head, protecting you from anyone who might interrupt your fun. In fiction, I can transport myself to an entirely new experience, forgetting everything that might pull me away from this mental escape.
Lessons of Autumn
Summaries of schooling
— lessons upon lessons guiding
Thoughts in class after class…as bells ring…
Volumes to consider about ways of interpreting…
As the world takes Life on a continuous spin
— round and around — outside and within —
Orbits, tides, seasons, moods, visions…
Lessons taught that Winter is The Dead or Hibernating;
Spring is Re-birth; Summer is The Growing;
And Autumn? Well, students were asked to see
— symbollically, spiritually, scientifically —
That Autumn is the season of Dying, of Leaving.
Autumn, the antithesis of Spring;
Autumn, the harvesting, the taking away
from the earth Spring’s born and
Summer’s grown.
Autumn is the drying, wilting, wrinkling;
The changing from acting to waiting…
And ending.
But, in Autumn, Mother Nature displays
Some greater lessons using God’s deeper palette:
To layer by layer paint, and year by year present
How Autumn’s weeks pass on
Gifting the hemispheres with her splendors
In a glorious prelude to turning with life,
Tier upon tier, into a new year.
All around, Autumn transforms the landscape
From too monochrome into blended tones
Of copper…and red…and yellow aside goldened greens
That shiver before the backing blankets
of violet horizons;
And often the trees for awhile, may even
lean in together to endure
The colder winds and rains pattering.
~ When sweeping Autumn begins,
Leaf by leaf breaks off from branches and twigs…
And, by design created, floats down,
Each laying on a palm of air, to soften
The fall ~
The living in nature all have their seasons…As we
Too, grow on the many branching pathways of our own,
Hopefully learning the value and beauty
In the circling of all time’s teaching seasons…
As each and every leaf sways, wafts, flutters, twirls,
Slowly waltzing down to the waiting earth,
To lay there, with such vibrant color,
Over the dust that made us.
Autumn always,
is time’s heavy curtain,
Taking its cue to fall…
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(c) sally young eslinger 10/2023
We’re busy all day long with studying and chapter summaries,
we’re stuck in quarantine. Luckily, I like my roommate's company.
We know that we have work to do as prep for upcoming classes,
but we know that it takes more than work to make young lasses happy.
So I talked my roomies into getting, a steak-n-cheese delivery,
instead of working fact-sheets, for our next term chemistry.
Dueling playlists cave-rave from the echos in our suites,
we’re having all the fun we can on opening quarantine week.
Some guys try for invites, like we’re throwing a private wingding,
but those texts go unanswered ‘cause we’re genuinely quarantining.
With the COVID blues proscribed - get that frown right off your face miss,
our studies are on schedule - and it’s time for some serious play !
#university #covid #quarantine #teen
I rescind away from the multitude
In search of quiet and solitude
To safeguard clarity of thought
Even at the expense of wind to be caught
For engagement can be an extreme sport
Against which there is no fort
But from time to time I emerge
With summaries of the by and large
I topple honed skills with a punchline
Endless talk falls as I declare a lifeline
And whether I storm or am anticipated
God’s Word meditated has them medicated
For the search of matters delights kings
A far greater thrill than the pursuit of things
And as such I have become with no feign
God hath made me such, so I reign
Though I have no earthly kingdom of mine
Royalty as I have received feels just fine
K. Muitherero
Shh, surrender silent sorrows.
Subconsciously slip into stillness,
sedately surrounded in serenity's song.
Slumber satisfied, slithering softly between
silky soap scented sanitized sheets.
Soak up summaries of summers spent splashing at
seashores, sandles sifting through salt scented sand,
as sapphire skies shine splendidly.
Scores of silver seagulls soar stunningly
above saltwater seaweed scenery.
Suddenly snorkeling with seahorses,
you somehow become the studied subject.
Swimming in submarine schools, scarcely secluded,
you become someone's significant someone.
Spryly spinning synchronously side by side
someone special, sprinkled in sentimentality,
speaking shrouded sounds,
you shift seamlessly into sound sleep.
"Speak some sense slower," some seahorse shrieks.
Sensibly speak shrouded sounds slower, softer,
so she can sleep sometime soon.
2/9/2020