Here are two examples from my book, Szechwan Shrimp and Fortune Cookies: Poems from a Chinese Restaurant.
in the cozy embrace
of a pastry blanket
a lesson for us
on a cold night
Office Lunch for Five
Four men eat, listen and laugh
as she complains about her husband.
He fussed that I didn’t do laundry
last night and he has a million shirts.
Anyway, he’s a guy—no one cares
what he wears. I work full-time too
but he does nothing around the house
except sometimes sweep a little.
It’s easier just to do things myself—
anything he does, he does badly.
The men laugh again. It’s working
for him, isn’t it? says one.
He may be smarter than you think.
To take the poetry challenge, send me a poem (as a comment) by June 15, 2009. I will select one or more to display on the blog.
Enjoy these poems, the food at the restaurant, and writing a poem!
(c)2009 Wilda W. Morris