Day Twenty-Six #NaPoWriMo

 

Coffee cup, mostly full

sizzle of the griddle

crackle. pop.

 

Tiny hands grab hold of her leg

hunger pains too much to bare,

she WAILS,

red faced little morning monster.

 

Chaos in the living room

personal space being invaded

feelings being hurt

a tangle of legs

foot meets face

“Moooooooooooooom”

SLAM! goes the spatula.

 

The microwave dings

the timer chimes

two boys stomp up the stairs

SLAM! goes the door

the scent of burnt toast

now filling the house.

 

She gulps cold coffee, bitter

swallowing the lump of anger

that threatens to come back up

yawn

more coffee, a splash on the floor.

 

© Caitlin Gramley

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Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day Twenty-Six : “write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.”

 

 

 

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Morning Dance

Shoes

           check

Hat

           check

Backpack left under the chair

                                                  over there

A tangle of arms

              “Hold still”

Tiny fingers try

             Wiggle

                          Squirm

A fight of the wills

Seconds

                 tick

                          tick

                                   tick

Mommy’s patience dwindles

Sigh

Almost done

Zipper breaks

                        Cheap coat

Groan

            “Let’s Go.”

 

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This little fun poem was in response to Quadrille #54: Zip It! over at dVerse. We had to include any form of the word zip and had to use exactly 44 words.

Getting kids ready for school, always a chore!

 

 

Secret Room

Last night I had a dream.

I was cleaning my house, it wasn’t the house I have in real life, and I stumbled upon an office that we had somehow forgotten we had. It was almost like it had magically appeared.

It was a very nice sized room, large and fully furnished. The room was quiet and “off the beaten path” of the rest of the house. It had carpet, a couch, tv, computer, and desk. Upon entering the room I also saw that it had a bathroom. It was like my own little oasis. A perfect place to take a few “mommy moments”.

I closed the door to keep it hidden. Later when my husband was home I told him about it and he said “Oh yeah. I forgot about that room.” How did we forget about such a wonderful place in our own home? All those times I needed a break. A little escape. Some bathroom time with out an audience, and I had a secret place the whole time and never knew it.

But sadly, it was all a dream.