Hooray! I solved my Blogger problems. I just changed a blog setting from "old editor" to "updated editor." I wish I had figured that out sooner. I would have saved myself a lot of time and frustration.Here is one of the poems that I wrote for a still-unpublished poetry collection about candy. I haven't made a final decision on the title of the collection yet. Two possible titles: Sweet Dreams and Sweet Tooth.
I thought Marshmallow Chicks would be a good poem to post on the Poetry Friday before Easter.
MARSHMALLOW CHICKS
I hear them peeping
in their package,
beseeching:
Eat me!
Eat me!
I break open
their plastic shell,
hold soft hatchlings
in my hands.
One by one
I savor
a chattering of chicks,
chubby marshmallow chicks
coated with colored sugar.
I lick their bright yellow down
from my fingertips.
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Yesterday, I posted several of my original poems with a "springy yellow" theme. Click here to read them.
Over at Blue Rose Girls, I have an original mask poem titled Chick Chatter.
The Poetry Friday Roundup is over at Book Aunt this week.
I like 'lick the bright yellow down from my fingertips'. It's so true, those sticky, gooey chicks of Easter.
ReplyDeleteoh, i have heard the peeps singing for many weeks now and been resisting, resisting. it gets easier as the supplies dwindle in the stores and all that are left are the non-yellow colored ones.
ReplyDeletepink peeps? purple peeps? those. are. not. peeps!
fun poem!
teacherdance & david,
ReplyDeleteI used to love PEEPS when I was a kid. I did some research on the different kinds of candy that I wrote poems about. I found out that more than 1.2 billion PEEPS® are produced every year--and that they are extremely nutritious. The three main ingredients in PEEPS® are sugar, corn syrup, and gelatin.
Perfect poem for today, as I have a pack of Peeps right here :). I agree with David -- they have to be yellow. I don't touch the pink or blue ones. And they have to be the chicks. They're so nutritious I only eat them once a year :).
ReplyDeleteThis one makes me want to stop reading poetry, jump in the car and race over to the nearest store for a box right away!
ReplyDeleteI don't even LIKE Peeps, but I really like this poem! So cute and yummy!
ReplyDeleteIf you love Peeps, you've got to check this out - http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-srv/photo/gallery/070402/GAL-07Apr02-69859/index.html
Happy Easter, Elaine!
A.
Great just great!!!!!1
ReplyDeleteAmy's link to the Washington Post Peep Show -- perfect use for peeps, in my opinion. Ate one out of curiosity and never had the desire to eat another! Yuck!
ReplyDeleteEven though I am not a peep-eater, this poem is so evocative of their truest nature. I can practically feel the sugar on my finger tips.
ReplyDeleteThey really are amazing little sculptures--one flow of fluff and some bright little eyes.
Enjoy your peeps!
This poem makes me feel positive toward PEEPS. Talk about the power of poetry.
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