Lady Godiva

Thanks to Food Photographer | Jennifer Pallian @foodess for making this photo available freely on Unsplash 🎁

I haven’t felt much like cooking since Trace went into the hospital, Lizi had emergency surgery, and Uncle E left to stay with her for a bit and help out with Little E.

At first I didn’t want to cook because it was just too hot, and now, it seems I’ve lost my mood altogether. That seems an impossible and improbable situation given what I know about my own love for cooking, but it is absolutely true.

I think life just caught up with me, and I pooped out. What can I say? 🤷🏼‍♀️ It happens to the best of us.

However, my adoration for all things sweet has not abated one iota; so today, I found a prompt based on one of Lauren Russell’s collaborative poetry exercises. The exercise required that I write a poem based on a secret shame, or a secret pleasure.

I think perhaps I had as much fun trying to think of a guilty pleasure as I did writing this sultry, smoking hot ode to my true love.

What is your secret guilty pleasure?

lady godiva 

can i taste
your sweet succulence,
your crisp-cookie,
your bark without a bite,
your gooey caramel pull,
your coconut cream,
and your milk chocolate chew
melting in my mouth?

can i taste
your dark chocolate,
your milky way wonder,
your sea salt sprinkles
that tease the tongue?

meet me
in my bed;
slip into
my mouth
and melt away
the sorrows.

meet me
in the dark
where we can
change the world,
or at least
the moment.

last night
your siren song bewitched
and i succumbed.

this morning
i looked both ways
before returning
your golden box
to the cupboard
and slipping silently
back into bed.

—Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan

Falling Stars

Thanks to Nick Iliasov @nikwes for making this photo available freely on Unsplash 🎁

Every year I love to lie beneath the stars in the summer. Especially when we are camping or up north at my folks’ cottage, I love to look up in wonder.

One of the highlights of visiting The Badlands was the Night Sky Program they offered. There in this amazing setting, a Park Ranger pointed out all the different stars, planets, and satellites blinking down at us.

We saw Jupiter and Mars and Saturn through high powered telescopes. We bonded with total strangers in the inky blackness, sharing stories of all the magic that happened under stars in our own lives.

I tried to capture a bit of the wonder and magic of falling stars in this poem.

falling stars

balls of fire, dancing
like fireflies suspended on string.
oh how they careened down
with a nod and a wink.

how many wishes
were granted that night?
how many starstruck lovers
closed their eyes and hoped?

sometimes it is hard to imagine
that the death of a single star
lingers long into the future,
touching all who see it.

lying beneath the fireworks,
wishing and hoping for more,
praying not to be burned
by the smoldering embers.

—a draft by cjpjordan

What wish would you make?

Day #25

Today the challenge was to write a poem that uses anaphora. Anaphora is a literary term for the practice of repeating certain words or phrases at the beginning of multiple clauses or, in the case of a poem, multiple lines. The phrase “A time to,” as used in the third Chapter of Ecclesiastes, is a good example of anaphora.

I chose to use today’s challenge to honor my friends Joe and Mary Drouillard who celebrate their sixtieth year of life and thirty-fifth year of marriage tonight at a gathering of friends. This poem is for Mary and Joe and all the other “Marys and Joes” out there who know about the cadence of life and enduring love in relationship.

thirty-five years

the cadence of the years marches on
like a demanding taskmaster who knows
the click of steel toe boots on cement tick
tick ticks off time.

the cadence of the years marches on
like a faithful friend who knows
the rhythmic certainty of cadence brings
comfort and consolation.

the cadence of the years marches on
like an ardent lover who knows
the joy of passionate pursuit and finds
shelter and security in love.

the cadence of the years marches on
without reprieve
without permission
without forgiveness.

but you.

you are
my reprieve
my permission
my forgiveness.

you are
my demanding taskmaster
my rhythmic certainty
my ardent passion.

the cadence of the years marches on
and I wouldn’t choose to march with anyone

but you.

Day #23

Today’s prompt is an oldie-but-a-goodie: the homophonic translation. I had to find a poem in a language I don’t know and translate it into English based on the look of the words and their sounds. I chose Finnish poet Eeva Kilpi (her poem can be read below in Finnish).

that day

sand in jasmine hair,
sunning yellow cats sitting
on a red couch;
the jade pool invites a sky and
the red couch, lips.
the sun talked some magic
and carats were the encore
when merlot colored tulips
spoke to me.
come some happy, come–
the new coming cadence attained.

Sano heti jos minä häiritsen
Sinun jäljiltäsi katson itseäni
Jo puolivälissä tiskiä
Rakkaus on lepo
Sinun tuoksusi minussa
Koiratta on kuonoa
Meidän tulisi sanoa toisillemme
Kun suru häipyy
Nukkumaan käydessä ajattelen
–Eeva Kilpi

Day #7

National Poetry Month: Day #7

Today’s prompt was to write a love poem, but here was the catch: the object of the poem had to be inanimate. Can you guess about what my love poem was written? (Spoiler:image at the bottom)

ode to my german loves:
staedtler triplus

my darlings
my senses with color;
the rich repertoire
of line and design
never confine
me to the ordinary.
and contrary
to popular belief, I am
fulfilled by change
and the ability to rearrange
with a simple stroke.
I wish all of life
were as simple as
my darlings
you light my heart on fire
and cause my desire to burn
hot and thick with love for
my darlings
creativity so rich I lose
all sense of time in your hues; oh
my darlings
bring beauty
Like fine wine
and change my duty
into exquisite pleasure
at the mere scent of
my darlings
this beige world
into a landofrainbowcolor.