Mother Knows Best

When I was sick she gave me herbs And rubbed Vicks on my chest They tasted and smelled awful But Mother knows best I usually like her cooking But the broccoli I detest I couldn’t get up ‘til I ate it all Cause Mother knows best I didn’t want to play with sis Cause sheContinue reading “Mother Knows Best”

My “Pet”

In the U.S., May is National Pet Month. In honor of this, please enjoy this poem: I have a pet; his name is Stick; He doesn’t drool, bite or lick. He’s a rescue pet; I’m not a liar; He was about to be thrown on a fire. I don’t have to spend money on groomingContinue reading “My “Pet””

Resentment

“Pretty young maiden, for what dost thou pine?” “I wish for a beau whom I may call mine.” “And what shalt thou do if given this treasure?” “I shall give him my heart and love without measure.” Found she her beau and they joined at the altar; Loved him she did without fear or falter.Continue reading “Resentment”

Walking in the Rain

I saw a woman walking, In the rain one day. She hadn’t an umbrella, As she went along her way. When the sun came out, I saw not hide nor hair, But when the sky turned gray, She was always there. I wondered at her actions, And so I asked her why. She said, “OnContinue reading “Walking in the Rain”

Lost in the Fog

Fog rolls in, Hazy, white, opaque. Doubt, uncertainty, Ready to break. Cold, misty morning, Unnerving. Unsure, unclear, Undeserving. Lost, alone, Aimlessly wandering. Ready to give up, Destructive pondering. A friend appearing, A lighthouse shining. A hope, a path, Destination redefined. Faith in direction, No longer drifting. The end in sight, Fog is lifting. Copyright ©Continue reading “Lost in the Fog”

Caturday, April 3, 2021

In honor of National Poetry Month, this Caturday post is in the form of a poem. I hope you enjoy it! As always, please leave a comment and click the follow button if you would like to see future posts from me. Copyright © 2021 Brandon Ellrich

Learning to Write Poetry

After sharing a recent poem, I was asked “Where did you get your inspiration for that?” My immediate answer was, “I don’t know; it just . . . came to me.” In a way, I felt this was true, but every action first begins with a thought, so I decided to break it down. ItContinue reading “Learning to Write Poetry”