Toast with cheese and hot chocolate -- a Poem for Friday Writings #136
Magaly has invited us to write poetry or prose inspired by Grace Lee Boggs’s (read URL link below) quote, “We can begin by doing small things…” Lots of possibilities here?
Pictures copyright Jimmiehov 2024
Twelve little pieces
Twelve little pieces
that there should be but,
Eleven this time
They have a purpose?
slathered with creme cheese
Yummy by itself
But there's more to come
Jar, strawberry jam
Hot chocolate to drink
Fork does the dabbing
dabbing and dipping
smearing white with red
Yummier now still
Small things together
Dainty breakfast comes
Yes, “We can begin
by doing small things…”
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Pictures copyright Jimmiehov 2024
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- I am Linked with Magaly at Friday Writings #136, https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/
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Labels: Friday Writings, Jim Does, Poem, Recipe Poem
posted by Jim @ 7/18/2024 10:17:00 PM
9 comments
9 Comments:
Cream cheese and jam... good breakfast... I'm off all sugar but I can remember the taste!!!
Oh, that's the kind of small things I like too! (Though now I'm Vegan I'll use a cream cheese substitute.)
OK I am pleased now that I know that you understand about strawberry jam and it can only be Bonne Maman...Yes...hope the Cheese is French too:)...Rall
dabbing and dripping - love it- great image
That's a lovely use of the small things prompt!
What you described is no small thing and now I am very hungry for I skipped breakfast this morning ... trying to achieve some measure of intermittent fasting. Creme cheese and raspberry jam on half a bagel for me.
Love the combo, Jim!
By Jim, Magaly has invited us to find inspiration in memories and dreams.
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Memories and Dreams
O those dreams that I had
They don't come any more
Those dreams now make me sad
Like castles in the sky
There with one giant leap
Out my window the flight
Father's beating escape
Out of mind, never more
Plop to the ground, it haled
Upstairs window I'd launch
His cruel hand, or the strap
This day, they'd be no more
Of course not to come true
Time kept my bottom sore
Hello jim, i came this afternoon on a visit on this blog. And i like the poem you wrote. No i am hungry too my friend.
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