words

~

words

thoughts, ideas

gathering, forming, flowing

oh to edit the perfect sentence

language

~

waiting

~

brown 

dead, barren 

waiting, waiting, waiting

for the sun's warm rays

spring

~

It's National Poetry Month. My children have both been exploring the nuances of poetry at school, which just tickles me. It has also amounted to a little creativity on my poetic part, as seen in this cinquain poem. Have you written any poems in National Poetry Month?

rebirth

Flower

delicate, hesitant

growing, reaching, struggling
waiting for spring warmth
rebirth

Birthdays

Birth - days

40 of them lined up 

to make you 

a man

ex-

perienced

at life

and beyond.

but you have missed

5 of them now

and I won-

der if

it

matters

any more...

Happy Birthday Brad

♥

birth

hopeful, triumphant

beginning, propelling, embarking

on the road to tomorrow

today

◘

death

cold, final

ending, transforming, culminating

closing the door of yesterday

forever

The Poet

people

real live people

flesh and blood

sparked with creative juices and 

breath

poetry

draws us in

united as brothers 

to tease meaning and maybes

titillation

poets

one and all

carrying the stylus

set in ancient tongues of

camaraderie

reading

words on page

thoughts in mind

all our own exalted bards

Scribe

in 

london

tonight

~

Fifty five words 

set in 

cinquain style

to describe a poetry reading

attended

by moi

Book!

55 Words for Giving Thanks

Turkey

Hunting for you

Gobble, gobble, gob-

ble -ble -ble

GULP!

Ah…

Can’t

wait for my

Thanksgiving feast

When I get to

Flip the bird

Again

Stuffing

Moist, delicious

Stuffing, stuffing, stuffing

To fill turkey full

Dressing

~

Sunshine

Autumn days

Walking, laughing, spinning

Children at merry play

Dancing, singing, living

Family round

Smiles

~Thanks~

***

Well G-Man,

you can tell what I have on the brain already

Thanksgiving this weekend!

and I have a hankering on for some 

TURKEY!

I shall be bringing 

STUFFING

(Yum)

PICKLES

(that's why I make them don't you know!)

and PIE

(with apples that we gathered on our recent trip to the orchard)

God, I'm hungry now.

 Maybe I will grab an apple while I wait.

Oh, my mixed bag of poetry 

(think I have a little free verse/shaped, cinquain & diamante in there) 

sums up to 55 words as well

in case you were wondering.

BOOK!!!!

What are you up to this weekend?

The End of the (OSW) Year

A Christmas Poem

naw

hmmmm...


what then?

haiku for you

to read, analyze, and rate

against doting peers

well,

that doesn't thrill me

although it fits

cinquain
brave, artless
rhyming, scheming, plodding
this isn't going anywhere
poetry

Lord, this is the last OneShot for the year!
Pressures on...
here we go.


...
.....
The Christmas goose
and Christmas gander
just set loose
for a little wander
where to? they wonder
as their route around
they did ponder
with trailing fox none too confound
A stop upon a little mound
helped the straggler
to make up ground
and sneak in a littler nearer
Feathers flying to the sky high
alas the fox is left with nigh Christmas chicken pie.

Oh, feckless words!
what sonnet is this?
that tries my brain
and poetic nerves
with none a thought
you do deserve
the trash heap abyss
no more to strain
a pen's sweet curves
Ai- just flow is sought
but for today, I will away
and grace One Shot Wednesday with A New Day

Water

The sun reflects in it

Mythic creatures

lumber in for refreshment

at its shores

Flowers thrive near it

Children are awed by its beauty

and the whole world 

reflects on the splendor,

the serenity,

the tranquility and power

of its song.

Water

Autumn glory

reflected on shores

of Nature's colourful canvas

bliss

~

my rock

-rock-

My dear

your birthday nears

thoughts drift to you

remembered.

-Grief-

once held

in stagnant arms

enfolded life in limbo

waiting

-life-

slowly rises

with drifting skies

to patch a path

renewal

-tomorrow-

silver linings

bright coloured mittens

a few favourite things

hope

~

"Let today embrace the past with remembrance and the future with longing"

quote from "The Prophet" by Khalil Gibran

Wednesday shall break in a scant few minutes. I must hasten to bed, but offer up a cinquain poem of hope.

Something I cling to, crave and try to hold in my heart

with memories

Happy OneShot Wednesday.

The Sleep Over

Bath

free, fun

scrubbing, splashing, singing

wash off day's memories

Clean

Bed

close, secretive

reading, tickling, sharing

whisper in the dark

Sleep

Girls

exasperating, cute

playing, wiggling, giggling

never going to sleep

Friends

Beauty Makeover

floor

uneven, cracked

shifting, crumbling, breaking

needing to be repaired

Disappointment

bathroom

messy, fractured

heaving, popping, cracking

one way to fix the floor

tile-less

renovation

necessary, timely

removing, replacing, resealing

hope to get more than three years

gratitude

serenity

placid, unfazed

screwing, sizing, skim-coating

all part of a beauty renewal

master bath floor

~

Here is a little Cinquain poem for the good people at One Shot about a bathroom repair job going on amidst the rest of life's little intricacies. It is dedicated to the Tile Guy (aka Murray)! He heard my shout out for help around the house and showed up with a contractor hat on. Mwah! The best; you are the best!! Hopefully I can post some pics of  a brand new floor before I know it. Enjoy and Happy Wednesday! 

Feet

Feet

painted, punished

drifting, dangling, drooping

challenged by the journey

appendages

Feet

youthful, lively

running, jumping, dancing

ready for the next hurdle

Vibrant

Feet

calloused, care-worn

comforting, standing, walking, 

there to stride me into tomorrow

stability

Feet

darling, unique

working, moving, living

appreciated for all they have seen and done

mine

~~~

What takes you into the future and today? My feet are feeling punished by my journey as of late. I need to appreciate them more for all they do for me. I showcase my tired tootsies over at OneShot with some Cinquain poetry today, but also give a nod to GardenMama and her Wandering Wednesday photo journeys. Happy Wednesday all!

Done

Mourning

days past

images painted unclean

spirit crushed in falsities

Done.

Reaching further

Child

Beautiful, gangly

Hanging, laughing, falling

Determined to master the monkey bars

Adventurist.

~~~

I was inspired by a new style of poetry that I was recently introduced to. This is my interpretation of a Cinquain poem. My little monkeys were inspired by a climber in a friend's back yard. Climb higher, reach farther, dream further my little ones...