Tag: NaPoWriMo

Inquisitive Eyes

Soaring in a cerulean cloudless morning sky a festive flock of bright whimsical jewelswith turquoise tail feathers and peach-fuzz masks such a dazzling sight sublime to the inquisitive eyes of my temptress museso I must pick up my slender pen and upon the stark… Continue Reading “Inquisitive Eyes”

Sailing on a Summer Day

Surrounded by the scent of fresh white cotton sheets drying in scorching summer sun weaving in and out of them, a sweet young child having fun chasing dancing sunlight racing on the baked ground She has not a care in the world with her… Continue Reading “Sailing on a Summer Day”

Dying in Sunshine

Two blush pink poppies in a sea of vibrant strangers-Pale papery petals fading, dying in morning sun Author’s Note: Over at the Garden today, Toni is hosting and has asked us to Write a two line poem in which you convey some startling image,… Continue Reading “Dying in Sunshine”

Raking the Zen

“When you realize nothing is lacking, the whole world belongs to you.” Lao Tzu  Raking the lines in the zen flowing with soft grains of sandthoughts come in and go tides of turquoise oceanebbing and flowing as a cool morning zephyrstirs tubular chimes into… Continue Reading “Raking the Zen”

In Dreams of Trees

“Trees indeed have hearts.”― Henry David Thoreau Does a tree dream in vivid colors as it sleeps in the cloistered forestwith fertile earth on gnarled roots while it sways in the promising breeze. And as it views the kaleidoscope world from every trembling greening leafdoes… Continue Reading “In Dreams of Trees”

Nest Building

“One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.”- William Shakespeare Here amidst the thorny arms, a Curve Billed Thrasher builds a nesting homea complicated blend of sticks and twigs nestled deep in a green cactus fortresswhere the female will brood and rest on… Continue Reading “Nest Building”

Lamentations for the Dead

Here in a stark grey-weld dawna conspiracy of blue-black ravens hovering in trees, mourning, keeningSending the gruesome dead creatures crawling back to their ancient gravesuntil the next up-raisingwhen tulle white day gives wayanew to an ebony silk night. In the radiant morning sun soul-less… Continue Reading “Lamentations for the Dead”

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