sherku: Legos

Many shapes
And colors
Ability
To create 
Whatever
When it clicks

sherku: work rate 3

mincing a
garlic clove
doesn't take
long but you
remember 
it for a while

sherku: work rate 2

with two shovels
and twenty 
minutes I can 
clear the driveway 
of an inch of snow

sherku: work rate 1

ten shirts an hour
is what it takes
me to handle
my dress shirt
ironing

sherku: rice

many grains 
of rice so small 
and precious 
white or long grain 
a meal staple

 

sherku: turning

Evolution
Sunflower like
Turning towards
Light always
Away from dark

sherku: wings

Hunger drives

Life cycle

Compression

Expansion

Chrysalis

Opens to fly 

sherku: guardian

Who's around
To give you a
Pat on the back
For doing what
Needs to be done

sherku: pebbles

Stone in my shoe

Stops movement

until removed

And tossed away

To resume stride

sherku: syllable quintet

Vocal beats
Compose the phrase
Build to the
Sentence and
More to the
Full story

Paint spots not

Pointillist

Impressionist 

Threads woven

Tapestry

For all time

Translating

Images

And wonder

An attempt

To bring you

Along the ride

Breathe rhythm 

Of heart beats

I just wanted

You to know

That this is

Me trying

You show me

Many colors 

In the tapestry

I can't see 

with anyone else

Inspired by conversation at the writer's group about syllables and sherku; at the same time informed by video of Billie Eilish and Taylor Swift albums on Disney. A fun way to spend a cold day!

sherku: more practice

Ten inches
No problem
Snow thrower
Won't start up
No problem
Shovels ready

Ready for part two with shovels; after all was done, I did get the snow thrower working for next time 

sherku: blizzard '78

Across the
Wide freeway the
Pyramid rose
As white as
The snow we sledded

sherku: birthmark duo

Came back again
Infliction 
More cruel 
Not creation
A revelation 

Turning back
Another long cloak
Shrouding the truth
Of what he
Already was

"he came back again and again to the notion that his inflictions of pain, which grew more cruel and calculated with every passing year, were not creations but revelations, each turning back another cloak shrouding the truth of what he already was. “A birthmark,” he wrote to me. "

https://www.bostonglobe.com/2021/12/30/metro/under-wheel/

sherku: naive

Once upon a time

Innocence
Was something 
We all thought we
Could hold onto

sherku: starting now

Do look up
Do look down
Do look around
Center self
Take a breath
Go forward