“Circle”

Whoohoo! One week into the Poem-A-Day challenge and I’m still here!  Whoohoo!

Today’s prompt comes to us from Eleanore D. Trupkiewicz.

Here’s Eleanore’s prompt: Write a circular poem. It could be a poem about circles, or about a circular concept, or about something shaped like a circle. Or it could be a poem with a circular format, in which the end of the poem somehow connects directly back to the beginning of the poem.

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LOVE IS A CIRCLE

a mother’s embrace
a smiley face

sun on a rainy day
full moon to light the way

an engagement ring
sharing a tire swing

Love is a circle.

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IF YOU GIVE A BABY A COOKIE

If you give a baby a cookie
He’ll want to eat another one
And when he gets another one
He’ll throw it on the floor
Once it’s on the floor
He’ll ask for some water
After he drinks the water
He’ll throw it on the floor
Once it’s on the floor
He’ll see the cookie there
He’ll wonder how it got there
Then he’ll eat it crumbs and all
Til there’s not a speck left at all
He’ll get up from where he ate
And walk to the gate
On the shelf he’ll then see
The box of cookies (for free)
Chances are he’ll ask for one
And when you give a baby a cookie
He’ll probably want another one…soon.

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It’s another double poetry for me today.  Geez.  I’m on a roll or something.  (Go ahead and ignore me while I pat myself on the back a little.)

Ok.  I’m done praising myself.  Welcome back.

The first poem just came to me when I thought of that first line about a mother’s embrace.  A hug is a circle, right?  So I ran with it.  It was a short run, but I liked it.

And the second poem ought to look familiar to you.  I love “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” by Laura Numeroff.  Actually it’s a favorite around here.  It’s also one of the first books that my eldest read by herself for the first time!  It’s a circle/round story so I turned it to a poem by adding rhymes.

Also?  Yes.  That last poem was based on a true story.  Ever happened to you too?

Upside Down

It’s one of those days again.  Vertigo day.  At least it was mild.  Although I was partially sedated and drowsy because I took a pill for motion sickness and I took some allergy meds at the same time to keep my sinuses dry, I’m thankful I did not throw up.  I am VERY thankful for that.

But it sure would be nice though, if I could do yoga moves like my son without fear that my world will collapse on me.  Yep.  I’m totally jealous.  And he does this move everyday.  I don’t know why.  Asian culture suggests that when babies do this, they are looking for another brother or sister.  I don’t know how accurate that is, but let me tell you now.  I. Am. NOT. Pregnant.

Seriously.  Maybe the world just looks better upside down.  I can’t confirm nor deny that statement though.  You know, since I can’t do that move?  You try.  Tell me if things looked any better from that perspective.

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Things sure look better from this point of view!

P.S.  Don’t fall on your head.  If you do, please don’t sue me.  I didn’t force you to do it.  Ok?

Are You My Mother?

It’s been a very busy week for us.  Cupcake takes Piano, Ballet, and Taekwondo.  This is also the final week for her First Communion preparations (read: rehearsals that don’t care about anybody’s schedule).  PLUS, she is preparing for a ballet competition and a Taekwondo Test to move up to a Yellow Belt.  So we’ve been cutting naptimes short – not good for the toddler and baby (or me!) – and driving here, there, and everywhere.  Whew!  It’s a good thing my toddler only has ballet on Thursdays!

You can guess that between Cupcake’s schedule and all the things I need to do (chores, bills, change diapers, potty train…) there’s been no time left to blog, let alone write a poem.

But I am taking advantage of this night to come up with something.

Since I’m doing this, I will write from my 9 month old’s perspective.

Yep.  This should be interesting…

Here goes…

Are You My Mother?

What just happened?
Why am I cold?
Is it always this bright?
What is this world?

I was told there’d be
an angel waiting
to take care of me
a mother most loving

Are you my mother?

I’ve noticed you come
everytime that I cry
I admit that your voice
lifts my spirits high

Night or day
Indoors or out
You can make me smile
whenever I pout

I ask you truly
please do not lie
Why do you these things?
Say the reason why

Are you my mother?

Everywhere I turn
you are there by my side
I don’t really think
there’s any place I can hide

I know that you and I
must be attached by heartstrings
And although I can’t see it
I know you’ve got wings

So eventhough you don’t say it
And nobody would confess
I know you’re my promised angel
And I don’t even have to guess

You’re my mother!
You’re my mother!

Am I correct?

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