If I were one,I'd want to be an originalArrangement of letters,Absent of numbersBecause, after all,I am a writer.They have seen allThe landmarks,Searched tunnels andGlided along bridges.Michigan to FloridaAlabama to UtahAnd everything in the in-between.
Good morning dewClings to fields.Calves and cowsWalk the perimeters,Side by side to the fenceClustered with weeds.Flies buzz,Landing on nosesLike airport runways.Coats spotted,Magnified Dalmatian.Grass blades flattenBeneath their heavy hooves.Summer rollsLike the fog,Autumn snags ontoThe next momentQuietly.Whispers of applesAs crisp wind gently jostlesFront porch wind chimes.Whistles of acornAs a mower whirsAnd harvestsThe final rows of corn.Hums of … Continue reading Cows: A Poem
Lily pad pondsBridge the prosaicAnd poetic.Nymphaeaceae1StandingSide by sideShoelaces almost looping.We hold handsBefore blue islandsDotted in greenAs pastel frogs springAnd colored koi swim. Anura2 / Cyprinus Rubrofuscus3Steeping in summer sunFloating on a planet half unknownJust microscopic elementsBelow macroscopic teal.It sometimes feels likeWe are holding the weight ofOuter space.Victoria amazonica4 1: Scientific name for lily pads2: Scientific … Continue reading Lily Pads: A Poem
Tangled likeJellyfish tendrils,Aquamarine and ultramarine,The corals, purplesAnd the greens.HeartsBleeding emotionallyLike ocean and moonSimiles,And when yoursBreaksI'll embroider theEmpty spaces.Rising, fallingUp and upDown then down,Twisting, zagging.No more vacancy.
At nightI envision my houseFloating,Attached to a cometBy silver string,Silver like a spider's web,But more beautiful,Charming,ExquisiteLike stars and diamonds.Tethered toExpensive threadI'm attached to a comet,My home's foundationTucked in an unknownGalaxyAs silence prevailsAnd refuses to beTainted with.Dark wraps my windowEnveloped,Like a love letter.
Metallic eclipse,Roaming across the sun.They think it is the moon.Shadow grass,Rays scoop awayLike a lensTwisting from aTelescope.A junebug rain.
One of my favorite painters is Vincent Van Gogh. One painting I like by him is 1889, Irises. Inspired by his masterpiece and the season of spring, I wrote a poem depicting Van Gogh's painting, describing the color, movement, and emotions of the scene. Interestingly, I initially wrote this poem during National Poetry Writing Month. … Continue reading Iris: A Poem
Today is National Limerick Day and nothing makes more sense than a blog post about limericks. I wrote my own limerick, having not written one since seventh or ninth grade. I knew I wanted the season of spring to be the topic of this poem, but it took a few trials before it took the … Continue reading A Limerick On National Limerick Day
Today, May 3rd, is National Lemonade Day. Besides sipping on the ice cold, sweet, and tangy beverage, what better way to honor the day than with a poem? Fresh out of National Poetry Writing Month, my mind and pencil still feel invested in poetry. So, here is a poem about lemons and lemonade and all … Continue reading Lemons: A Poem (National Lemonade Day)
Seaside houseTiled floor,Like white lifeguard chairsSpeckled in sand.WallsPainted in one thousand shadesOf turquoiseAs if ocean wavesSplashed upon themMagnetically.Scent of lathered sunscreenSits in the cornersAnd cracksAll summer long,June to August.The cooler airWe all forget aboutPushes us away,Making us run, joltLike children towardSeagull flocks.We pack up the house,Salted goodbyes.Folding the residence into a suitcaseLike a dollhouse.Summer memories … Continue reading National Poetry Writing Month: Day 30 – Seaside