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Corn crunch yellow sunshine kernels toothsome rows to munch corncob bare now still holds flavour sunshine warms me as I gnaw extract the last of fleeting summer autumn hovers cools the air cornhusks tasselled straddle the seasons kernels gleaming white … Continue reading
Just for fun, a few lines of poetry from Captchas I’ve come across when commenting on other blogs. The inspiration for this came when I visited Jason McInyre’s blog, The Farthest Reaches to read his interview with L.M.Stull. (Go check it out!) … Continue reading
Leaves once green turn yellow aspens whisper in the wind lilting, leaves drift down small creatures lose their cover scamper on tree limbs leaves resting on wet earth await the shroud of snow begin decomposition so in spring they feed … Continue reading
Land striped horizontal rays of light alternating with long shadows
Watching the North Wind blow – Dancing branches breathe and sway the birds coast sideways
Christina Nguyen, that venerable person who brought us the #5lines tag on Twitter, has declared May to be International 5 line Poetry Month. You can read more about it, and pick up a badge on her blog, A wish for … Continue reading
On seeing the morning’s striated skies, On seeing last autumn’s crispy leaves revealed, On seeing tiny green nibs on branches, On seeing the first raccoon lumbering through the garden, The muse stretches and embraces me.
Clouds gather into rafts, gliding across the azure sky I daydream of catching a magic carpet ride supported by droplets of moisture.
A poem, latent. Waiting. A brief encounter in a coffeehouse or hallway, or an aroma awakens it. Suddenly, I need a pen.