Poetry

Embrace the Morning

/ Liz H-H / 7 Comments

Every morning’s a wakeup call
My wakeup call to get busy and go
Bust out the coffee, bounce off the walls
Right now I’m having a wakeup call
And I do wake up, but I cannot go
Cat’s trapped me beneath, though my hunger grows
Even so, can’t push him off:  the kitty purrs No.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

Just Jot January Day 13 – Prompt: EMBRACE from Laura. Be sure to visit their blog to read or just say hi! See what other folks have done with the prompt, or add your own!
https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/13/daily-prompt-jusjojan-the-13th-2025/

Just Stop

/ Liz H-H / 6 Comments

 

 

 

(Forgive my show of ill-temper)

Signed and certified
The orange skidmark
Slides down the back
Of US underpants
Floods our shoes
And stains the news
We make a mockery
Of our democracy

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2025)

(Ok, this wasn’t exactly fun, but it had to be said. Because I’m sad, and we have to go on.) To join in the fun of Just Jot It January (reading or writing your own on the prompt), visit   https://lindaghill.com/2025/01/08/one-liner-wednesday-jusjojan25-the-8th-stop-following-me/#like-18645

Joy in a Cold Snap: SoCSaturday

/ Liz H-H / 4 Comments

Woke up to subzero temps this morning, grateful that there is nothing…NOTHING…that requires me to go outside the house today. Yesterday, I returned overdue library books (a gothic horror novel by Elizabeth Hand, and a thick collection of Pablo Neruda poems), picked up a few grocery necessities, and got that teaspoon-sized dose of human interaction that’ll do me for about a week. Cuz Introvert.             Continue reading →