ritual and quiet...
Lovely.
Thank you, Wren. :)
(This one was just begging to be poemed.)
I learned afternoon from my mother
how to leave work early
visit the dentist then celebrate
with mint chocolate chip ice cream
how to cheer the sunset
I learned morning from my father
how to nurse a cup of black coffee
in the beautiful dark
how to read with starlight quiet
how to rise before the sun
- Megan Willome
Right? :)
(Love your poem!)
Thanks! Couldn't not try it.
Love it, Megan.
You should try it too, Bethany!
I especially love those lines about nursing a cup of coffee in the beautiful dark and reading in the starlight quiet. Gorgeous.
Thank you, Bethany. My parents were very different, and they both gave me tremendous gifts.
That's very nice, got that rolling gentle feel.
It's a good prompt so..
"In the morning or indeed
at any time of night,
my father was garrulous, rosy
hued, convivial- like a newborn.
My mother was silent, often still.
At most times,
seeing in paint new lines.
Her coffee black,
his sweet and white.
"how to cry in all the sad movies"
"how to take a breath and savor the
moments before something ends"
Oh my goodness.
I learned gardens from my mother
how to plant on doubtful landscapes
turn a fallen branch into a curved fence
bring color to the world after
moonless nights and days without rain
I learned harvest from my father
how to gather into glass
the fruits of labor
how to save for empty mornings
and endless stormy days
very nice.
Open like rose,
Deep red tulip rose lipstick living love.
Open.
Let sky breathe in blue,
And move like foam is in shook.
Foam is in shook. 👋
Sweet blossoms of forever flowers from your parents.....thank you.
Just found your happy corner of Substack, and what a treat! I'll have a go at this one and subscribe. :-)
Good grammar I got from the grandmother
who brought Little Golden Books, who
hummed songs from before my time
and drummed her fingers on the table
wearing a faraway smile.
.
Purple hands I inherited from my mother’s mother
who led us into berry patches where
we picked among the placid bees all seeming summerlong;
we ate and picked and purpled until every bowl brimmed with promise
of a purple pie.
🥧 😊
Tara, welcome! :) Glad you are here.
You've reminded us of our Little Golden Books post (https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2022/11/11/childrens-book-club-queen-elizabeth-ii-a-little-golden-book-biography/)
What a fun and lovely poem about your grandmother. Now we're wanting to hear those songs from before your time (and enjoy a piece of purple pie :)
What a lovely memorial to Queen Elizabeth. Of course she would have a Little Golden Book! Thank you for the link. I wrote a Little Golden post also, very lush and extravagant on the theme of enchanting books. :-) https://open.substack.com/pub/enchantedinamerica/p/enchanted-time?r=1mk0zn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web .
Lovely.
Thank you, Wren. :)
(This one was just begging to be poemed.)
I learned afternoon from my mother
how to leave work early
visit the dentist then celebrate
with mint chocolate chip ice cream
how to cheer the sunset
I learned morning from my father
how to nurse a cup of black coffee
in the beautiful dark
how to read with starlight quiet
how to rise before the sun
- Megan Willome
Right? :)
(Love your poem!)
Thanks! Couldn't not try it.
Love it, Megan.
You should try it too, Bethany!
I especially love those lines about nursing a cup of coffee in the beautiful dark and reading in the starlight quiet. Gorgeous.
Thank you, Bethany. My parents were very different, and they both gave me tremendous gifts.
That's very nice, got that rolling gentle feel.
It's a good prompt so..
"In the morning or indeed
at any time of night,
my father was garrulous, rosy
hued, convivial- like a newborn.
My mother was silent, often still.
At most times,
seeing in paint new lines.
Her coffee black,
his sweet and white.
"how to cry in all the sad movies"
"how to take a breath and savor the
moments before something ends"
Oh my goodness.
I learned gardens from my mother
how to plant on doubtful landscapes
turn a fallen branch into a curved fence
bring color to the world after
moonless nights and days without rain
I learned harvest from my father
how to gather into glass
the fruits of labor
how to save for empty mornings
and endless stormy days
very nice.
Open like rose,
Deep red tulip rose lipstick living love.
Open.
Let sky breathe in blue,
And move like foam is in shook.
Foam is in shook. 👋
Sweet blossoms of forever flowers from your parents.....thank you.
Just found your happy corner of Substack, and what a treat! I'll have a go at this one and subscribe. :-)
Good grammar I got from the grandmother
who brought Little Golden Books, who
hummed songs from before my time
and drummed her fingers on the table
wearing a faraway smile.
.
Purple hands I inherited from my mother’s mother
who led us into berry patches where
we picked among the placid bees all seeming summerlong;
we ate and picked and purpled until every bowl brimmed with promise
of a purple pie.
🥧 😊
Tara, welcome! :) Glad you are here.
You've reminded us of our Little Golden Books post (https://www.tweetspeakpoetry.com/2022/11/11/childrens-book-club-queen-elizabeth-ii-a-little-golden-book-biography/)
What a fun and lovely poem about your grandmother. Now we're wanting to hear those songs from before your time (and enjoy a piece of purple pie :)
What a lovely memorial to Queen Elizabeth. Of course she would have a Little Golden Book! Thank you for the link. I wrote a Little Golden post also, very lush and extravagant on the theme of enchanting books. :-) https://open.substack.com/pub/enchantedinamerica/p/enchanted-time?r=1mk0zn&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web .