waiting for the Christmas snow…

on Christmas eve, as in the past,
4 sisters with eyes of glass
watched through windows laced with frost,
excited giggles, fingers crossed
they held their breath, their hopes sincere
maybe there’ll be snow this year

the next year brought a Christmas trip
the youngest sister bit her lip
and didn’t think they ought to go,
as this year they had promised snow
but they returned when New Year’s Day
had melted all the snow away.

the next years brought the wedding veil,
the oldest sister set to sail,
the 2nd sister moved away,
the 3rd sister refused to stay.
and so the youngest, all alone,
a little sad, a little grown,
watched the sun in summer’s glow
and then on Christmas, watched the snow.
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© 1978 & 2017 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by jill111, courtesy pixabay.com
recreated for the Daily prompt – year
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daddy has no boys

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i’ve got one daughter primping
in the upstairs bath since 3
my 2nd daughter’s preening
for a date with destiny
when i get in the shower
there’s no water left for me

my 3rd girl is preparing
for what, i can’t presume
there’s hair and hair clips everywhere
and underthings are strewn
as evidence that they’ve been there
in every single room

my youngest daughter babbles
that the fault is all my own
her science teacher taught her
about x-y chromosomes
no matter what her mother says
tomorrow she stays home

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© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by efulop, courtesy pixabay.com
created for the Daily prompt – primp

princess

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mo’s the oldest, loudest voice
when we played games,
she got first choice.
j & i got second best,
d
eirdre got to do the rest.

mo played princess,
high & royal
w
e played subjects,
loving, loyal.
d
eirdre played, somewhat defiant,
ogre, monster, beast & giant.

 j & i played dukes & knights,
saving ladies in sword fights,
we beat till death the enemy
(which bruised and
battered sister de)
with sleep the reward
for our toil.
mo played princess,
high & royal.

 

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© 1975 & 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by stain-marylight, courtesy pixabay.com
Daily prompt – giant

Switzerland

swt up

i promise you
my aim
is not
to hurt you
but to help
call me
switzerland
i am in
the middle
i can be
the bridge
to bring
you back
together
don’t shoot
your angry
arrows
at me
i won’t be
strong enough
to give you
the support
you’ll need
to get across

swt up

 

© 2015 kStan(ly) Lanning
Daily prompt – bridge

the tigress and Euphrates

daddy took us to the beach
the memories so vivid,
on saturdays and sunny days,
at every chance he did it,
a great big man all blonde and tan
and 4 young giggling daughters
those were days when New York had
much less polluted waters.
we’d play for hours, good humor breaks,
and watch him watch the ladies
but steer him clear of those two there,
the tigress and Euphrates.

we’d sandcastle & seahorse ride
he never seemed to weary
and I remember stories told
of diving in Lake Erie
a full day done and like the sun
we’d pack up our possessions
and head back home
where mom would groan
her own trademark expressions
like be a brick and tell me
did he flirt with all the ladies
and we’d deny he had an eye
on the tigress or Euphrates

tigress and

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© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
picture by Hans, courtesy pixabay.com
Daily prompt – water
if you liked this verse, you’ll prob’ly like this one t0o
and it pictured itself with the Daily prompt – vivid until something new appears

we were once pangaea

we were once pangaea,
a continent connected,
but lately laws of gravity
have left us unprotected.
disputes propelled us
needlessly,
kinetics moved us
out to sea,
we are metaphysically
strangers, unexpectedly.
pangea
like islands floating
fast away
solidifying distance,
we just can’t seem
to come to terms
with peaceful coexistence.
our conversation’s
shallow now,
our smiles
are artificial,
we choose our sides,
we shield our pride,
our friendship’s
prejudicial
as we drift further
from the core
of what this family
was before.
©2015 kStan(ly) Lanning
Daily Prompt – connected
picture by marinebio.net courtesy bing images.com
hanging with the Daily prompt – artificial – until something newer arrives

Jessica’s Future Plans

Jessica wants to be a nun
i doubt that she’ll have any fun
wearing dresses every day
behaving in a saintly way
speaking softly, singing songs…
…i doubt she’ll be a nun for long.

Jessica wants to rob a bank
with a high-powered rifle & an army tank
then take her friends with her on a cruise
and buy them tuxedos & dresses & shoes
she said it at dinner & no one protested…
…i just hope that she doesn’t go get arrested.

Jessica wants to own a castle
with velvety blankets, silk curtains with tassels,
with a dragon, a drawbridge, a moat & a frog,
somewhere near Spain in a mystical fog.
Jessica dreams up these things quite a lot.
Moms thinks she’s a genius…
…i’m thinking she’s not.

 

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picture by kingtiger.deviantart.com, courtesy Google Images

© 1976 kStan(ly) Lanning

Discover challenge – dream
Daily prompt – bridge

“Be a brick”

“Be a brick,” my ma would say
when she wanted something from me,
but a brick, I’d think, does not do much,
it’s kind of just a dummy.
It needs propulsion from an arm
to travel any distance;
it surely never fetches things,
not without assistance.
It surely never fixes drinks photo courtesy Google Images, by fun2video.com
without the needed fingers —
two was the rule for my dear ma,
the memory still lingers

by itself it isn’t violent
by itself it’s mostly silent

by itself it’s barely active
and that’s hard truth,
that’s just a fact of life for bricks…

Of course I get that if in tandem
with other bricks, in some non-random,
mostly matching symmetry,
and if they’re laid out skillfully,
bricks can be a lot of things —
bridges, chimneys, tall buildings —
but she didn’t pluralize,
so why, ma,
why, ma,
why, ma,
why?

thick as a brick, ok that’s thick
slick as a brick, so not so slick
not quick, no tricks,
but solid, yes, and hard as rocks
and something you can build on
and in a pinch, if your butt is small,
something you can chill on
or use to mark a hidden key
or stop a swatch of weeds
and if the wind is blowing things
a brick might suit your needs…

the brick sailed smoothly through the sky,
whither to, I pondered,
and then it hit me in the eye
and now I am a goner…
or anyway I’m halfway blind,
but it’s okay
and I don’t mind
‘cuz I’m among the lucky few
who now know what one brick can do.

© 2016 kStan(ly) Lanning
Daily post – brick
and in case you missed it there, Daily post – wind

un-Pedestaled

the trauma,
the drama
you can’t run
to momma
your hero
unshielded
the curtain drawn back
the wizard- no wizard
the good witch- in black
the blinders removed
since someone has proved
the one I looked up to
was looking down on me…

proceed cautiously

© 2012 kStan(ly) Lanning

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