a soft popping of bubblegum


Lisa’s work posted by Raven Howell

A friend, as a child, was asked by another child who was blind, “What does pink look like?” How would YOU have answered it she asks today… this is the inspiration for my poem.

A bite of buttered gnocchi,

The squish of marshmallow,

A soft popping of bubblegum

A heartfelt, smiled “Hello!”

Fragrant garden roses,

A stress-free springtime day,

A breath, a hint of whispering

Of breeze upon the bay.

A blushing childhood cheek,

Sunrise on the brink.

Pet a piggie’s belly

To get to know your pink!

© Raven Howell 2019 “PINK”



Don and Jeanne- June 5, 1989- Delafield WI


roses mean love, hope,

passion, new beginnings,


Definition #271 Crones


Frau Bauman, Frau Schmidt, and Frau Schwartze

by Theodore Roethke

Gone the three ancient ladies
Who creaked on the greenhouse ladders,
Reaching up white strings
To wind, to wind
The sweet-pea tendrils, the smilax,
Nasturtiums, the climbing
Roses, to straighten
Carnations, red
Chrysanthemums; the stiff
Stems, jointed like corn,
They tied and tucked,—
These nurses of nobody else.
Quicker than birds, they dipped
Up and sifted the dirt;
They sprinkled and shook;
They stood astride pipes,
Their skirts billowing out wide into tents,
Their hands twinkling with wet;
Like witches they flew along rows
Keeping creation at ease;
With a tendril for needle
They sewed up the air with a stem;
They teased out the seed that the cold kept asleep,—
All the coils, loops, and whorls.
They trellised the sun; they plotted for more than themselves.

I remember how they picked me up, a spindly kid,
Pinching and poking my thin ribs
Till I lay in their laps, laughing,
Weak as a whiffet;
Now, when I’m alone and cold in my bed,
They still hover over me,
These ancient leathery crones,
With their bandannas stiffened with sweat,
And their thorn-bitten wrists,
And their snuff-laden breath blowing lightly over me in my first sleep.

“Frau Bauman, Frau Schmidt, and Frau Schwartze” by Theodore Roethke from The Collected Poems of Theodore Roethke. © Anchor Books, 1996. Reprinted with permission.

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