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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Black (10/15/09)

TITLE: Why Moms Need Black Coffee
By Eileen Knowles
10/20/09


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Iron skillet warming up
Scoops of batter in a cup
Strong aroma, coffees done
Just in time, dad must run

Out the door dark suit and tie
Pausing briefly, kiss good-by
Tires roll on down the drive
Another work day has arrived

Little mouths open wide
Lakes of syrup, gooey tide
Sticky lips and slimy chins
Tummies full, the day begins

Two sets of legs short mini strides
“Find us Mom!” a game of hide
Searching for a pitch-dark place
Concealed by coats, an ideal space

Run outside, a chance of rain
That’s okay, no one complains
Tonka trucks big rubber wheels
Making patterns, voices squeal

Tiny hands digging deep
Grains of sand begin to creep
Beneath each nail bed dirt will linger
Caked on knees and every finger

Sunlight hides behind a cloud
Raindrops fall without a sound
Gentle breeze begins to blow
Subtle darkness slowly grows

Little feet, puddles calling,
“Jackets on” mom is stalling
Black boots splashing, splashing, splashing
Clouds resounding, crashing, crashing,


Run inside, mom insists
Rain no more a gentle mist
Off come boots and soggy socks
Mom hands out the painting smocks

Little legs and naked feet
Dangle from the kitchen seats
Swirls of color blue, and black
New creations in a stack

Stomachs growl, time for lunch
Pizza cooks and children munch
Olives from their finger tips
Pure contentment, grinning lips

Special treat pulled from the drawer
Strands of licorice from the store
Dark round circles under eyes
“We’re not tired!” are the cries

Mom thinks of a tale to spin
A pig and his eight-legged friend
Drifting ‘til they wake again
Drifting… drifting…‘til…The End.


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Linda Wright10/25/09
Delightful!
Jan Ackerson 10/26/09
Love the pacing of this--it' perfectly matched the subject matter.

"Coffee's" should have an apostrophe in the first stanze. That was the only little nitpick I found in this delightful (and exhausting) poem!
Allen Stark10/26/09
Very well written. I liked how you found so many different ways to use the theme throughout.