New skills enabled
as the motions step by step,
moving through the room with a sway
as music drifts along with the beat,
rhythm of the hands mixing
smooth and silky love
chilling in the box till done.
Pursuit of pierogi
breaths taken in the seconds between
the wait and the do,
surface prepared with care
and the poem fills this space
when the time comes to create
little bits of beauty I pray
and a meal for another day.
Trying my hand today at a new endeavor, cheese, potato and onion filled pierogi. I’ve been told how difficult they can be but I’m up for the challenge. Could be ugly but should be edible, will know tomorrow as ribs on tap for today, football after all. Go team!
Not my pierogi seen here but a previous happy one made by someone at a church. Hope mine smile too😊
Snip snip goes the blades
natures haircut happens here
shorn and perfect grass.
Down into the ditch
muscles on fire from work
football waits on screen.
Complete before heat
the lizard runs for its life
swamp body, she smiles.
The morning spent trying to scoop out food that was supposed to go to a stray cat but ended up being washed/demolished into the pool by a raccoon? Mowing the lawn to help the neighbor and me and hubby got it done lackey split. A fun haiku for a Sunday afternoon, multitasking as my team streams on XM radio for our “hopeful” pleasure.
Shopping almost finished
thanking the internet Gods that save
the drive of a thousand miles
in search of the perfect gift,
and recipes found inspire
though the time just can’t be found,
for we need some home made cookies now….
Perfection tried and true,
if someone could just say
I’ll make some for you….
and send ’em in the mail right now
for at Christmas time I love to dine
on sugar, chocolate, cakes and pies
and a perfect ham to swell my thighs
but I can wait for Santa Claus
’cause he knows just what the child wants
that lives within this older shell,
he’ll bring me stuff to make me smile
and till then we shall shop and buy
just what it is that catches the eye
but home made food just can’t be found
when touched by Mom who bakes the best
there is no contest to be found
’cause Mom’s just know
I like ’em round and soft or crisp
it’s all such a delight
and nuts and chocolate bits, candies too
but wait there’s more I’m telling you….
the scent just drives my heart insane
of childhood favorites by any name,
but Lovie’s gonna make me some
with chocolate bits and pecans too
and perhaps I’ll even share with you
’cause me loves cookies
that’s for sure
when made with love that is so pure.
I think I’m a wee bit tired…shopping for lovie almost done and yes, I could go for a good cookie right about now….a bit of sugar to perk up the senses. Just a stream of consciousness cookies piece for you, enjoy ❤