Criss-cross Applesauce – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting – #poetry

23 Tuesday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poetry, WritePhoto

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Criss-cross applesauce

I hit the chair and watched it toss

Across the patio it flew

I wasn’t quite sure what to do

I wonder if my mom did hear

But, I don’t see her coming near

Maybe this time she won’t know

If the chair is upright, should she show

Okay, it’s good, all fixed, but gee

I guess no more jump rope, here, for me

April Writing Prompts – Criss-cross applesauce – Day 23/30

Ooey Gooey – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting – #poetry

22 Monday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poetry, WritePhoto

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#AprilWriting, #NaPoWriMo, #poetry, boots, gum, gumballs, Night Owl Poetry, poems, shoes, sticky, WritePhoto, writing, writing prompt

Underneath my nice new boots
Well baked, in the Texas sun
A wad of gooey gobs of gook
Otherwise known as bubblegum

Some kid must have tossed it
Out the window of Dad’s truck
And just like that I stepped in it
And yelled, “What the heck?”

(OK so, that line didn’t rhyme
But this poem is rated PG
I’ll catch ya at another time
Off guard, cause that’s who I be)

I tried to walk across the street
But my boot just kept on stickin’
I hope I never find the kid
Cause I’d sure give him a lickin’

When I finally made it, to the other side
I looked around, for a stick on the curb
Scrapping the gum off the bottom
I had a face that looked quite disturbed

Excuse, mister, said a cute little girl
But I think you’ve stepped on my gum
I’m sorry if I messed them up on you
To her charms my heart did succumb

I told her it was quite alright
The gum wouldn’t stick forever
Took myself down to the local store
Chalked it up to another endeavor

I’m more careful these days
About where I put my foot down
I promised myself I’d pay attention
I sure don’t want to have sticky feet
So I’ve been practicing gum prevention

April Writing Prompts – Goopy gobs of gumballs – Day 22/30

Caught in the Act – #NaPoWriMo – #AprilWriting – #poetry – #Easter

21 Sunday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in #NaPoWriMo, April Writing, Poetry, WritePhoto

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Alyssa was caught in the act!

I thought it was safe, and no one was near

When all of a sudden, I saw Mommy dear

She had a hand on her hip, and a look in her eye

She caught me red handed, all I did was sigh

It’s a habit I have, each year, with a bunny

I bite off his ears, it makes him look funny

I know it’s not nice, but I don’t do it very often

Besides, it’s no good, if the chocolate does soften

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It only happens on Easter, and it brings her such bliss

So, Happy Easter to you, from chocolate-faced Lys!

*No real bunnies were harmed during the writing of this poem… I can’t speak for the chocolate ones, though. 😉

April Writing Prompts – Funky fetishes – Day 21/30

#writephoto – Which Way Should I go? – #Haibun #Senryu

13 Saturday Apr 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Haibun, Poetry, Senryu, WritePhoto

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The sky was a beautiful blue underneath white puffy clouds. I couldn’t help notice how green the landscape had become, after the harsh winter months. Walking along a path, I came across a sign, unmarked, and quite faded. It sent a tingle down my spine, as if it was sending me a message, although, it was surrounded by nettles. I couldn’t get close enough to see where it could send me, no matter how many different angles I approached it from. I could go in any of the directions it suggested, but exactly, where would I be going? Eventually, I decided to go east, to follow the sun, praying I had made the right choice.

Decisions to make
Endless possibilities
Ultimately mine

#writephoto – The Sign – #shortstory

16 Saturday Mar 2019

Posted by Dorinda Duclos in Poetry, WritePhoto

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#shortstory, child, clouds, daughter, dorindaduclos.com, moon, mother, Night Owl Poetry, photo prompt, sign, Sue Vincent's Write Photo, witch hat, witchcraft, WritePhoto, writing

“What did you do!!?”

“I, I did what you told me to do! Why are you so angry?” asked the little one.

“You did not do what I told you to do.” said Mama. “I give up, young lady. I don’t know why you can’t follow simple directions!”

Bewildered by her mother’s outburst, the little one sat, wistfully staring out the window. The moon was full tonight, her favorite time to watch it. “I don’t understand, Moon. She is so angry with me.” Of course, the moon didn’t answer. She just kept hanging around in a clouded sky. The little one just sighed. She had been doing that a lot lately. Mama expected so much from her, and she was only seven. Why wasn’t she allowed to be a child?

Born into witchcraft, Hailey was expected to be trained in the ways of the witches. But she had no desire to do so, and it showed. She kept messing up spells, and not listening when Mama told her what to do. She thought by now Mama would understand and stop pressing her. But it got worse. This time she had really done it.

“I don’t get it, any of it, “ she continued talking to the moon. “I don’t want to be a witch. I want to be a normal child. Do you think that will ever be? Oh, Moon, why won’t you talk to me?”

Hailey heard Mama coming back to the room, and she came to sit next to her. Hailey’s head was hanging down, and Mama gently lifted it with her hand. She saw the anguish in Hailey’s face, and realized, that perhaps, this life wasn’t going to work for her. She had dreamt of the day she would have a daughter, one to carry on after she had passed. But her daughter wasn’t like the others. She had a special quality about her, a glow none of the other children had. She folded her daughter into her arms, giving her a big hug.

“I’m sorry Mama…” Hailey began.

“Hush, child. It’s okay. I realize now, you aren’t meant to be a witch.”

“No, Mama, I don’t think I am. But I have a question. Why did you get so mad? I did what you told me to do.”

“Hailey, when I said take your hat and look for a sign, that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind!”

They both laughed, and the warmth of mother and child shined, a radiance like no other had ever seen.