Cornucopia: 2023 National Poetry Month 9

Adapted Senryū (9)

April 9, 2023

Early Easter morn’

Thank Christ for his sacrifice

The Lord made this day.

Cornucopia: 2023 National Poetry Month 8

Adapted Senryū ((8)

April 08, 2023

Aren’t you proud of me?

I’ve written a poem each day.

A poetic roll.

Cornucopia: 2023 National Poetry Month 7

(Adapted Senryū ((7)

April 07, 2023

My dog is retired

She’s a pure-bred Black Labby

Pain meds help her sleep.

Cornucopia: 2023 National Poetry Month 6

(Adapted Senryū 6

April 06, 2023

Yum! Roasted walnuts

Tossed on a Waldorf salad

Healthy and crunchy.

Cornucopia: 2023 National Poetry Month 5

Adapted Senryū5

April 05, 2023

Pecans for Easter

Praline or baked in a pie

Pecans, not walnuts!

Cornucopia: 2023 National Poetry Month 4

Adapted Senryū 4

April 04, 2023

The dishes are washed

The cat has been fed tuna

Hot tub awaits me.

Cornucopia: 2023 National Poetry Month 3

Adapted Senryū

April 03, 2023

I think about poems

I prefer not to write them

But I’ll read your poems.

Cornucopia: 2023 National Poetry Month

(Adapted Senryū (2)

April 02, 2023

Now is the best time

To try to write a poem

Before April ends.

Cornucopia: 2023national poetry month

Adapted Senryū 5-7-5)

April 01, 2023

April, for poets,

Is a time to get thinking

About word rhyming.

Cornucopia: Military Child poem

Poem for Dad

He doesn’t mean to make you frown
It’s just time to pack up and move to another town
Just when you get used to things
He never means to make a sting
Don’t bother unpacking that box
If you do, I give you props
Be careful if you get too comfortable
He doesn’t mean to make you cry
He’ll make it up, sing a lullaby
He’ll send you flowers on your birthday
While mommy says he’ll be home one day
For some, that day never comes
For me, I pray so I won’t go numb

I get my poster, markers bright
While “welcome home,” he’ll soon be in my sight
I march to the airport in my camo dress
As he comes off the plane there goes my stress
I can see right through him
Like he can see through me
Although he’s happy
He’s got PTSD
He hugs me tight and never lets go
I say “I love you, Daddy”
He replies “Oh how you’ve grown”
He hands me a bear with a message inside
I hug it and cry as time passes by
His voice echoes within as I hug its furry brown skin
He knew that I’d love this, he just had to within!
As I think back to what daddy told me,
(“Honor, Respect, Devotion to Duty”)
I get scared when he’s out at sea
“USCG” I chant all day
I sway and rock all just for play

As time goes on I know it’s coming soon
That dreaded phone call, “Pack your things, we’re heading out this afternoon.”
Daddy leaves in a hurry, hugs me oh so tight
I know what he’s doing, going out to just fight
I know he’ll be back soon or so I thought
When that man came to my door I became distraught
He will not be forgotten, though gone too soon
There are no more tears, emotions become immune

As I lay in my bed I turn to face the side
I get up and scream then it’s time to decide
I go to my closet, the bottom shelf to be precise
There is a little brown box, what’s inside? Well that’s a surprise
I rip it open with hopes that it’s you
What do I see? There’s no way that it could be true
Just the bear nothing else but had I forgotten
All I needed to do was push the little black button
I pushed his stomach and gulped hoping to remember
The sound of your voice I last heard in September
My head laid to rest, tears running down my face
I vowed to follow in your footsteps I wouldn’t want to be a disgrace
I shut my eyes to get some sleep
I felt you tuck me in almost half asleep
“I love you, Daddy,” I thought to myself
“I love you too, baby girl” his soft voice mewled 

Angelina F.