Genetic Dress Up

January 19, 2021January 20, 2021Chel Owens 26 Comments

Granma said I had her hands.
From Mom, I got her hair;
In fact, I got her everything
But not her everywhere.

Daddy said we both could talk
‘Bout science or the sky.
Aunty found her backside’s home
And hips’, above my thighs.

Granpa gave me both my ears
And then he gave his nose;
If I had known, I’d’ve passed them by
And just gone with his clothes.

Unca thought we laughed the same
At similar, odd jokes.
Great grammie said, “Jes’ be yerself,
“Don’ blame yer looks on folks!”

She’s one to scouff;
She’s got my mouth.

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In response to Carrot Ranch’s prompt:

January 14, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about dressing up. It can be a child or another character. Be playful or go where the prompt leads!

Respond by January 19, 2020. Use the comment section [on her site] to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form. Rules & Guidelines.

Fee-resolution

January 4, 2021January 4, 2021Chel Owens 19 Comments

“I’m awful at finances; see?”
Claimed Jean Thripp, as she went on a spree.
Her husband was worse;
Their paychecks, dispersed
(and, while we’re rhyming, disbursed).
Husband, wife resolved nothing, those fiends!

©️ 2021 Chel Owens

Write a funny limerick about resolutions, too, for the A Mused Poetry Contest! The deadline is this Friday!

What is the difference between dying and dying?

January 3, 2021January 4, 2021Chel Owens 52 Comments

We, all of us, are dying
but only some are dying

What is the step between
this life
and the next

Is it like a step or a

misstep

into darkness

Or, is it many steps of a journey toward LIGHT

Or is it
blissful
nothing

while those left behind hold your empty hand and shout your name
–in an echoed space–
and young children stand alone on the landing from whence you stepped, confusion fear loss fear hope fear sadness fear pain fear fear fear

in each

tiny

tear

We, all of us, are dying
but only some are dying

What is the step between
this life
and the next

and why do we not install a railing?

We-resolution

December 29, 2020December 29, 2020Chel Owens 33 Comments

“The new year is here,” said Jack Sprat,
“And, it’s time that I trimmed the fat back.”
To the lawyers’ he capered;
He signed up some papers.
He’ll start the year off as a bach’.

©️ 2020 Chel Owens

You could write a funny limerick about resolutions, too, for the A Mused Poetry Contest! Go ahead!

Re-resolution

December 28, 2020Chel Owens 32 Comments

A clever young blogger named Kate
Resolved that she’d not stay up late.
So, with that thinking,
Our Kate took up drinking
And, subsequently, also gained weight.

©️ 2020 Chel Owens

Join in the fun! We’re writing limericks about resolutions this month for the A Mused Poetry Contest!

Tradition #TankaTuesday

December 23, 2020December 23, 2020Chel Owens 28 Comments

Still, still
Sweet, silent night
Whispered stable story
Glad tidings sung of hist’ry writ
Baby

Jesus
Night of silence
Stable story whispered
Written hist’ry sung, shared gladly
Still, still

Colleen and Ruth challenged me and I’m very glad they did. You can join in, too, for Tanka Tuesday. This week, we are encouraged to write a cinquain; this is a reflecting mirror version.