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Sue Spitulnik

Flash Fiction and personal thoughts

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poetry

My Son the Sports Reporter

Off to graduate school

For sports journalism

Syracuse University duffel bag

Bright television lights

Require face make-up

Toiletry bag a must

Not just shaving gear

Also foundation cream and aloe cleansing cloths

Hair products and toothbrush

Prescription eye drops

Bag on the vanity

Means he’s visiting

Duffel has three sets of station call letters

Bigger city each move

Emmys multiply

Written in response to Colleen Chesebro Double Ennead poem challenge at Carrot Ranch Literary

https://carrotranch.com/2021/07/19/saddle-up-saloon-colleens-double-ennead-challenge-no-6/?c=83888#comment-83888

The word Ennead means nine, and a double nine is ninety-nine! Carrot Ranch is famous for 99-word flash fiction. Now, the ranch has its own syllabic poetry form written in 99 syllables!The Double Ennead comprises five lines with a syllable count of 6/5/11/6/5, (33 SYLLABLES per stanza) 3 STANZAS EACH = 99 SYLLABLES, NO MORE, NO LESS! Punctuation and rhyme schemes are optional and up to the poet.

Through a Window

When at my computer

outside the window

squirrels run atop the fence

clouds meander or skitter past

and trees show me the season.

 

When in church

the stained glass

depicts sacred parts of history

deflects the beautiful light of life

and helps me examine my own.

 

When window shopping

with family or friend

in a near town or far city

the items entice me to enter

to decide if I must have them.

 

When outside looking in

The lights of my home

promise warmth and protection

a shelter from discourse

and a safe place to lay my head.

 

{written for a poetry contest. The window is a sky light covering in the Frank Lloyd Wright Darwin Martin House, Buffalo, NY}

When Dreaming

When I dream, I am young

Not naive young, like in high school

but thirty-something young

with enough experience to have a few smarts

 

When I am in public

I still notice the guy in the crowd

as if I were still young

dark hair, dark eyes, like my first childhood playmate

 

When I think of working

Now I have decided what I would like to do

I am young enough to do it

With energy, interest and no pain

 

When I hear a concert mentioned

I still want to go

Alas, the ears hate loud noise

And the thumping bass makes me nauseous

 

So here I sit at my computer

In a fine back support chair

Wondering if others imagine themselves

In an age they are not Continue reading “When Dreaming”

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