Saturday, December 27, 2014

Bronte

Another class assignment. Choose a place name from a list and write a 25 line poem about it. With my love of books, choosing Bronte was a no-brainer. As in many of the cozy mysteries I read, the people and places in Bronte get their names from Bronte novels. 

BronteThere's never a slow day
In Bronte during the summer.
Busloads of people arrive
Every week to explore
A long-forgotten time.
  
Here at the Rochester Hotel
Rosalie serves drinks
In the Lockwood Lounge
To the curious tourists
And long-suffering locals.
 
In the Thornfield Diner
Down the street,
Mrs. Bloomfield serves three meals a day--
English food of old that
Most of her patrons never saw before.
 
Happy laughter echoes through the park
As children roll wooden hoops,
Build forts of fallen branches
Or gather in groups under trees
To talk of books they are reading.
 
As the bus pulls away
The tourists know they will 
Never forget
Their magical day
In Bronte.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Photograph Exercise

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Will you grow up to hate people like me?
You have no comprehension of black or white,
You only see the people and hear the noise.
But soon you'll be taught the slurs and insults,
Encouraged to join this group for real.
In your white robe and hood,
You toddle over to where I stand guard,
Reaching out to touch my riot shield,
Patting my black hand before you toddle off again.
Will you remember this day at all? 
 © 2014  Teresa Kander

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Limerick

Wrote this yesterday for a contest.  Here were the rules: For this contest, write a 25 word or less story (or limerick if you wanna go Irish) using these words (make me laugh)
Pickles
Muscle car

Mystery man
Murder
Work

So, I submitted this off the top of my head:
There once was a mystery man
Who worked out a brilliant plan
To steal a muscle car
And murder a rock star
Who tossed pickles at his fans.
© 2014  Teresa Kander

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Just In Case

Just In Case....
you
ever wondered
how things are,
here's the simple answer:
not one thing has changed
since the day you went away.
© 2012  Teresa Kander

Monday, July 9, 2012

I Am


I Am
I am compassionate and loving
I wonder how the world really sees me
I hear the whispers in the wind
I see a rainbow in the sky
I want to be more courageous
I am compassionate and loving

I pretend that everything is fine
I feel the sand beneath my toes
I touch the hearts and minds of others
I worry about my children and my husband
I cry about the people that I miss
I am compassionate and loving

I understand that life is short
I say live every day to its fullest
I dream of what could have been
I try to make others happy
I hope that I'll be remembered fondly.
I am compassionate and loving
© 2012 Teresa Kander

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Getaway Car

If loving me meant living on the wild side,
Would you drive my getaway car?
If we could run away and never look back, 
Would you drive my getaway car?
If the whole world turned against us,
Would you drive my getaway car?
If I needed someone to save me,
Would you drive my getaway car?
© 2012 Teresa Kander