fresh batch

a one-lined poem

Fresh batch. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

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.

sustenance

a tanka

Pictured Poetry. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

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

Everything I need to take care of my scleral contact lenses. My new glasses are en route. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt

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

the chill

a favorite thing: Photo Credit by Tremaine L. Loadholt

when the chill hits at
just the right moment,
I cuddle up with my
old lady, sip on some
peppermint brew, and watch
my favorite animated Christmas
movies.

the crisp air outside can
stay bolted to the night–I’ll
find warmth nestling under
her love.
the phone bleeps, and it’s you.
your dimpled face appears,
and you tell me about something
that had you balled-over from
laughter, and the only thing
I can think of is how
amazing it would be
to be under or over
you, instead.

I lean back, sink into
the pressing of my chair,
and dream of a place where
Christmas lies on your lips
and I am opening you
as my gift, instead.

another favorite thing. The Old Lady, The Little Monster, Jernee Timid Loadholt. Photo Credit by Tremaine L. Loadholt