April is here I think looking out the window
It is supposed to be raining
But really, day after day after day
Then again landscapers need to be back at work
And rainy days are great for writing. . .
Writer. Educator. Artist.
April is here I think looking out the window
It is supposed to be raining
But really, day after day after day
Then again landscapers need to be back at work
And rainy days are great for writing. . .
16. skeltonic
There was a cat
who got so fat
and when he sat
his rump went flat
so he rolled over
into the clover
butterflies did hover
moved onto the rover.
17. the moon
The moon so big and bright
sometimes tho it is just a slice
then clouds come floating past
creating a dark, almost full mask
then passes on by to reveal to us
the moon hanging in the sky since dusk.
18. open the window
Let the breeze blow in
clear the dust, debrie,
and leftover whatevers
Write about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents.
In summer Mom closed –arlene s bice
open windows at 10 am
pulled heavy shades down
all the way to truly darken
later venetian blinds
needed drapes, also
to get the same darkening
I bought dark purple shears
to achieve the same
darkness
coolness
welcome on hot summer days.
write a poem that delves into the meaning of your last name
Bice- arlene s bice
Blue
I knew it meant blue
in the hands of Monet
on the palette of Renoir
color of the sea
the eyes of a loved one
write a poem in the form of a news article you wish would come out tomorrow.
Pandemic Ends! –arlene s bice
it is over
time to return
to your normal
but, hopefully,
improved life
keep the good changes
stay in touch with people
from foreign lands you’ve met
and friendships formed anew
because of the coronavirus
that affected the entire world
alike.
write a poem using at least one word/concept/idea from each of two specialty dictionaries: Lempriere’s Classical Dictionary and the Historical Dictionary of Science Fiction.
Past and Future- arlene s bice
Recently another lost city was found
outside the Valley of the Kings in Egypt,
a city where lived mothers seeking marriage
for their daughters 3,000 years ago
just like in Jane Austen’s time 200 years ago
was there a story of marriage in Star Trek
or Star Wars or only spaceships beamed up
seeking places to inhabit, avoiding destruction
nowadays daughters make their decisions,
ignoring marriage if they prefer to live
life on their own without dismay.
Songs and Junk Drawers-arlene s bice
Singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
Makes me happy again
Splashin’ in puddles
No more muddles
Just scootin’ along
An old phone book
No longer needed
A plastic hook
Once it was used
Come here and look
My lost notes are fused.
write a poem in the form of a “to-do list of an unusual person or character.
Jane Austen’s To Do List
by arlene s bice
time to write a letter
to sister Cassandra
place it in my reticule
along with my wee book (2”)
tiny mirror, change pocket,
handkerchief, and snuffbox;
send it through the Royal Mail
go to the apothecary for Mamma
take Queen cake to our ill neighbor
pick some violets from the meadow
visit the circulating library for a book
to read to the family after evening meal.
write a poem in monologue by someone who is dead, remembered from my childhood.
Mr. Servillo by arlene s bice
I was the vegetable & fruit man
pomodoro, peperone, melanzana, l’asparago
carota, spinaci, fungo, zucchina, carciofo
I grew most, carried to your door every week
fresh in season displayed in my open wagon
painted green, red wheels, colors of Italia
clop, clop, clop, down tarred streets of Trenton
drawn by my faithful horse, last one standing
cars and trucks slowed down, drove around me
lots of room in those days, sharing the roads
I was the last one rambling “verdure! frutta! qui!”