Hunt
The hunt is on ‘Til the bugs are gone. Npm19 Reflect curiosity and wonder — Go boldly and scatter seeds of kindness…
A journey into the cloud…
The hunt is on ‘Til the bugs are gone. Npm19 Reflect curiosity and wonder — Go boldly and scatter seeds of kindness…
Motel Rows of traveler spaces Small away-from-home places Some stand where nature faces— A view for morning graces, Tired and weary, travelers find A spot to tarry and ease the … Continue Reading Motel
Garden Dried, crisp, brown; The garden withers Throughout winter. All through spring The garden revives; Moist, soft, green. Photo and poetry by Sheri 4.8.19 ————
Falling Chug and wheeze Chemicals in smoke Coal to gas Spewing puffs of Extract in the middle Of nowhere For power that Wind could create. Instead and despite The almost … Continue Reading Falling
Bold and Bright Vibrant peppers stacked On shelves in colors arranged So their freshness shines. Poem and photo by Sheri 4.6.19 —————-
Today I feel the walls: A flicker of light From a memory, A sadness of shadow From loss, A tunnel of The only current path, A turn ahead after … Continue Reading Tunnel Walls
Homes Away from my home, A grey day like this sad day; Robin shares her catch, A young grasshopper, no doubt; Her home awaits; I miss mine. 4.4.19
In the green of spring Ringing the yard all around Tiny Johnny Jump-Ups Hide amongst the blades, Painting purple pop ups, A joy to those who gaze And pause to … Continue Reading Legs
Kites, unaware of fear of flying, unlike me, Soar and dive above; Unaware of joys and fears; Today I fly to sadness.
What are your Saturday simple things?
Traces of Spaces
Between thinking and doing-
twisting and turning
ideas
Time got away from me today.
What’s your “One Line” defining poetry?
relax and soothe the soul
Snow blankets the area, melts, falls, and fills our world with white.
I look at the tumbling
rolling red and blur
that is the kitten