An October Poem: In The Trees

In the treesWith the subtle breeze,Maple and sycamoreWaterfall. In the treesWith the mild breeze,Gray and cream scarvesFlutter like silken snow owls. In the treesWith the shivered breeze,Chestnut squirrelsPluck their tails. In the treesWith the billowed breeze,Orange harmoniesAnd yellow melodiesChime as the sun driftsIn thenOut. In the treesWith the blizzard breeze,The lapis skyLapped at EastAnd folded atWest. In the treesWith the thunderstorm breeze,Where birdhouses swayBranches bowAnd … Continue reading An October Poem: In The Trees

Tips For Describing The Season Of Autumn

Autumn is my favorite season. The cool off of temperature and the warmth of trees and fallen leaves makes me happy. I enjoy the transition of short sleeve to long sleeve, tank top to sweater. The shifting seasons will aways act as inspiration for a writer’s work. The idea of leaves falling to the ground have spawned endless metaphors and symbols within the written word. … Continue reading Tips For Describing The Season Of Autumn

8 Original Haikus

Eight original haikus inspired by cooling weather and the vigor of autumn. Rubied polygons Autumn’s dust sprinkles downward Crinkled by footprints. The compass spinned North Pinecone bunches crowded feet Juniper island. A cinnamon scarf Hugs her neck cozily and Will let go in bloom. You stitched as time ticked Woolen web of space and time Fiber atmosphere. Blushed in rosy shades Picked and plucked from … Continue reading 8 Original Haikus

A September Poem: Cows

Fields sprinkled inGood morning residue,Sprout tips dipped inMidnight’s dainty drops. Calves and cowsMake their rounds,By the fenceShared with weeds. Their coatsPure whiteLike kitchen cream. Shielded sunClouds distort,Golden hillTeal land sweepsBeneath. A creek tricklesIn meager chains ofSterling. The center treeBegins to bareLeaves abandoningThe bended branches. Grass blades pressBeneath the heavy printsOf polk-a-dottedBeasts. Summer rollsLike the fog,Autumn snags ontoThe next moment,But first quietly. Whispers of appleWhistles of … Continue reading A September Poem: Cows

50+ First Lines To Begin Your Story

The first line of a poem or story is important. It is the hook, essentially. The first line greets the reader, something like a warm invitation. It sparks questions from the reader’s mind, amusement, and wonder of what will continue. The first line, much like the title, is a hint and opportunity to keep your audience wanting more. It is your one chance to keep … Continue reading 50+ First Lines To Begin Your Story

What Animals Can Teach Us About Writing

What is your favorite animal? Does your preferred species fly, swim, hop, or walk? For me, I love different types of bears, such as polar bears, panda bears, and koala bears. I even love sloths, too. Animals can teach us about evolution, as well as the habits and routines of wildlife and nature. By tagging and tracking animals, humans are able to better understand how … Continue reading What Animals Can Teach Us About Writing

Antique Shop: A Poem

Crooked “Open” sign,Three concrete steps upUntil the door is pushedAnd a bell rings outLike a bicycle ding,Located all the way in the back. Cardboard boxes,Contents insideAlways seeming to swap.Corners torn and tappedRecords placedOf a million spins. Melodious and harmonic rowsOf living room dancesAnd late night singing sessions.Beatles & Beach BoysCash & Presley. A gramophonePerched window sidePropped upon a table,Catching morning sun raysBrass appearing gold.Break lights … Continue reading Antique Shop: A Poem

An August Poem: The Letter Z

Fern, moss, and jadePatchwork,Quilted trees andProperty line strings. Contrasting tealOf ponds andLakes. Hovering hot air balloonWeaved basket, floatingOval parachuteAnd flickering fireTo raise us higher.The back of our necks sweat. We land eventuallyOur stance returning to ground,Traversing grasses and weedsAnd drum beating against sidewalks. We pass by gardens.Our ankles waveAnd toes say hello.They dodge tossed mulchLike forest logs. Brown specklesAmorphous smudgesInvading pink petals,Swallowing rosy blush. Blotches … Continue reading An August Poem: The Letter Z

A Saturday Poem

He wrote her a note in a bottleScrawled in peacock inkOf language that would make her heartVibrate like a harpThat he hoped to set free in a cerulean oasisBut he dropped the bottle on concreteTherefore shattering into uncollectible fragments. But it was okBecause the horizonShimmered inSaturday. He drove to the storeA shopping list folded and creasedLike a thin dryer sheetLavender pocketEnveloped insideMaking wrong turnsWanting to … Continue reading A Saturday Poem

A Sunday Poem

The plants she had plantedDigging holes with shovelsBurning beneath the sunDehydratedHad shriveled and decomposed. But it was okBecause it was onlySunday. The eggs she had preparedFishing for shellsAnd aiming for sunny-side upHad made the fire alarms rattle. But it was okBecause it was onlySunday. The shirt she had purchasedCosting a crisp $100 billHad shrunk and deformed in the washing machineThe lingering scent of orange blossomWas … Continue reading A Sunday Poem