Poem In My Pocket Day
Poem in Your Pocket Day
Hello Spring
Greet the sun:
Hello, Spring!
The Kitten
She sees the birds with focused eyes;
Still in this time her prey she spies,
Blue
Looking down
I saw looking up
the sky so brilliant
in the five petals
of the forget-me-not
Connected
The lost remembered
as we, like water, flow on:
connected spirits.
Hardanger
count four
up and through
repeat until 5;
22 count fabric
held gently flat;
What?
What?
Quince
Rich red blossoms
of April bud on
a once ancient plant
Hunt
The hunt is on ‘Til the bugs are gone. Npm19 Reflect curiosity and wonder — Go boldly and scatter seeds of kindness…
Motel
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
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
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
Bold and Bright Vibrant peppers stacked On shelves in colors arranged So their freshness shines. Poem and photo by Sheri 4.6.19 —————-
Tunnel Walls
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
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
Kites
Kites, unaware of fear of flying, unlike me, Soar and dive above; Unaware of joys and fears; Today I fly to sadness.
1DR What Else? 