Daily Poem: Cherita 28

Last Cherita day. I wasn’t sure that I was going to get along with this form, and it turned out that I have enjoyed writing cheritas. For tomorrow I’ll see if I can find another short form that is equally rewarding.

 

There will be no sun today

 

this last day of winter (promised)

when snow may fall (threatened).*

 

Grey swallows sound, light,

like a sated belly, stuffing

just another handful of chips.

 

*Edit: How’s that for accurate? The metéo predicted snow from 10 am and at 10.12 am there are little flakes of white stuff dropping out of the sky…like crumbs…

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

15 thoughts on “Daily Poem: Cherita 28”

    1. It’s a form I like. I can see how you could get good at it, like haiku, once you’ve cracked the idea behind it.
      The snow stopped on time. Now I’m waiting for the rain to start. It’s late.

  1. A wonderful conclusion to your month of writing Cherita (Cheritas?). Kerfe is right that you have captured moments in time with this form.

    I did chuckle at the grey swallowing like a full belly. 😉

    1. I’m probably a closet fattist (fatist?) but that glazed look you see on the faces of the very overweight as the hand goes back and forth from packet to mouth makes me think of a mindless weather system guzzling just because it can.

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