French Toast ~ #NationalFrenchToastDay #poetry

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I wrote this in 2014.  Today is #NationalFrenchToastDay.  I thought I’d share it again  🙂


I still don’t have the answer
To a question asked
So long ago
Why do you buy milk, eggs and bread
When someone mentions snow

Does this sinfully sweet
Breakfast fare
Make us become a little manic
If we don’t get the ingredients
Do we all begin to panic

Do the slices of bread
With their cinnamon swirl
Remind you of riding a sled

Or the soft golden butter
Melting over the top
Remind you of warm days ahead

Do the fluffy white flakes
Falling down from the sky
Remind you of powdered confection

Or the syrup that’s oozing
Dripping over the sides
Remind you of sweet perfection

I want to know the simple truth
About this French Toast story
I’m pretty sure it’s not just snow
That gives it all its glory

 

 

Here’s the original story that asked the burning question: What Is It About Snow & French Toast?

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Ceiling Wax – #poetry #NovemberWriting

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Why on earth would I wax the ceiling?
Is the paint up there so badly peeling?

I look up, and to my own eyes
It’s only then do I realize

Ragged pieces, hang and flutter
The cobwebs hide the messy clutter

What shall I do, I can’t stand by
Oh, why must ceilings be so high?

Perhaps, I could try, sealing wax
That’s one sure way to hide the cracks

So, when people look up, all they’ll see
Are the pieces now stuck, to the ceiling and me

 

Writing Prompt – Ceiling Wax – Day 28/30

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Strong Hearted ~ #haiku #RonovanWrites

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0ED1928F-16AB-473F-BCE7-B9C38364A08AWe are strong-hearted

When life throws its worst at us

We give it our best

 

RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #177 Strong&Heart

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Never Ending Sweetness – #poetry #NovemberWriting

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How sad, the pile of sugar cane
That fell like drops of heavy rain
Blocks of white, what a sight!
Here we go again!

It happens every time, I fear
They never make it to my cup
I open up the sugar bowl
Miss, then have to tidy up

I keep an endless supply
I really don’t know why
I’m diabetic, but quite ascetic
Of this, I can’t deny

I hope one day, dear Stevia
You’ll come in my favorite shape
But until then, I surrender to
The sugar cube, my great escape

 

Writing Prompt – Neverending sugar cubes – Day 27/30

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Fractured Figures – #poetry #NovemberWriting

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It is that time in life

When we are no longer agile

We bend, merely to break

That time, when we fight, only

To fall apart, back into the earth

Splintered pieces of who we were

Fractured figures, once grand in stature

Lying silently, among the moss and dirt

 

Writing Prompt – Fractured Figures – Day 26/30

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