Thursday, March 30, 2017

In A Loop


In A Loop

Round
and round
you go. Round

and
round you
go. Round and

round
you go.
Round and round

you
go. Round
and round you

go.
Round and
round you go.

Round
and round
you go. Round...

I wrote this poem using a string of hay(na)ku.

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Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Blossom


Blossom

Blossom
like the flowers
on a tree.

Grow
to be all
you want to be.

Branch
out and take in
all that you can see.

Set
the beauty in
your soul free.

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Thursday, March 23, 2017

Weighed Down


Weighed Down

I feel the weight of
all that is taken away.
My shoulders droop,
my steps are slow, uncertain,
hardly worth the exertion.
The pain permeates my
bones and my spirit.
Loss is heavy.

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Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Field of Flowers


Field of Flowers

The field of flowers
catches my eye.
It showcases all its powers.
The field of flowers
delights for hours.
As blooms wave and insects fly,
the field of flowers
catches my eye.

Enjoy the first days of spring. This poem is a triolet.

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Thursday, March 16, 2017

Reality Check


Green shoots on branches
bring thoughts of a new season.
Snow begins to fall.

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Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Sparkle


Sparkle

The sparkle
is enchanting,
crystalline.
Holds the eye
so the foot
steps where
it shouldn't.
Starts a slide
that may only
be stopped
by a fall
hard enough
to crack bone.

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Thursday, March 9, 2017

One Flower


One Flower

One flower begins to open.
The stem is bent but not broken.
Atop, golden segments show.
The bloom is still joined to the ground.
The petals unfurl though they're downed.
Beauty comes round, a bright glow.

This poem is written in a Welsh form called cywydd llosgyrnog.

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Thursday, March 2, 2017