Amy Barlow Liberatore… stories of lost years, wild times, mental variety, faith, and lots of jazz

Tag Archives: Laughter

Coming Back to Life

In a busy café,
a couple – hard not to notice
the incision showing through her
clinically shorn hair.

Her husband is her guide
as they clear their table.
“Garbage in there.” In go paper napkins,
delicately, like presents under a Christmas tree.

“Recyclables here. Which ones are those?”
She points to a plastic cup and a Coke can.
Her husband nods in appreciation
of her returning awareness.

“Dishes go in this bin.” She picks up a spoon
and looks to him for reassurance.
Then a coffee mug, and her husband chimes in,
“Don’t forget the fork.”

Suddenly peals of laughter erupt
straight from her gut, and he asks,
“What’s so funny?” She gasps,

The whole place cracks up, joining her
in her first joke since brain surgery.
And, as tears stream down his cheeks,
he starts chortling too.

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Written for Sunday Scribblings; the prompt was “Wit.” Also posted at my nearest and dearest, Poets United.

ABC Wednesday, brought to you by the letter “G.”  Silly and fun – what I imagine Blanche Laughlin would be if she were alive today – glued to my cousin Gregg’s computer!  Amy

Grandma Googles

Goodness gracious,
Grandma’s gone Google!
Grinning before Greggie’s gizmo,
a grand gadabout without
the gas-guzzling Greyhound .

Grannie’s grey but full of ginger;
fingers glide with gusto as she
gets to tour the Guggenheim
in its glory and grandeur, gushing,

Gracias, ye gods of gigabytes!”

© 2011 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

Super Bowl in Wisconsin 2011

More cheese
Cheese on chips
Cheese in dips
Cube and tubed
Fried and dyed
Cheese on breads
Cheese on heads
Mixed up and fixed up
Grated and plated

Beer and Stoli
Harder booze
7-layer dips
smeared on lips

Kicker misses
Groans and hisses
Green and Gold
bright and bold
Shrieks and grins

Cheesehead’s dream
LOVE our team

© Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

At Poetic Asides, we were asked to write about stacks. Stacking, unstacking, stacked decks, stacked (you can guess), unstacking, dismantling. Click on the Poetic Asides blue link to read them all! Here’s one of mine, attempting to form a poetic pyramid!


Never picked for
basketball or soccer.
Short, uncoordinated, shy.
The leftover, default choice.

I excelled in this singular activity:
The Pyramid. I was so little and so light
they proclaimed me The Ultimate Top Block.
(For just one class a year, they found me of use)

Sturdier girls lined up below like so many
Dawg House cheerleaders, and proudly
bearing the brunt to come… five rows
I had to carefully ascent to claim my
place as “Cleopatra’s Crown” (hey,
this was gym class, not history!)
A sudden sniff from Row Two.
Sue sneezes and CRASH!

Our proud
to rubble:
A jumble
of giggling
Jenga Jills.

© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil