a one-lined poem
My neighbor’s mom–delightful in every way–knocked on my door and presented me with a fresh batch of Dutch homemade cookies; her mother’s recipe–I’m blessed beyond measure.
fresh batch
Category: Micropoetry
sustenance
a tanka
On some mornings, I reminisce while I’m cooking; I think about him, think about her, and then I move on.
*For those of you who might be wondering about the non-traditional usage of the form: I went with 5-7-5-7-5 instead of 5-7-5-7-7 syllables for this one. Also, it’s about food & love; not your typical tanka subjects. Sometimes for literary art, you’ve gotta be a bit of a rebel.
seeing clearly again
scleral contacts
reshaping my eyes so far
I can see clearly
everything I need
for these expensive lenses
is right before you
costing me an arm
and a leg for the best sight
I am filled with joy
no energy
a senryu (2 parts)
as the rain falls
a one-line poem
the rain dances on the windowpane–plopping in sync with my heartbeat–you pop into my thoughts, peek-a-booing like you sometimes do; yearning to cure me of my pain.
it is done
a one-lined poem
I bubbled in my selections–carefully and wisely; the changes I dream of may not manifest, but I did my part–my voice has been heard.
A Cornered Gurl 
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