Category Archives: Poetry

My Kindred #Poem

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My kindred are the instruments
For sweetest music-making–
The nature of their character,
A present for our taking.

The strings within the orchestra
Are sea glass for the ears.
They ring, reflect; they laugh and cry
With smiles and then with tears.

The brass, a welcome lighthouse great,
Is pointing out the way,
With pride and power leading on
And strength for each new day.

The woodwind section fills the air
Of inner, outer space,
As sounds of singing harken back
To fragile antique lace.

A booming blizzard from the drums!
It rattles rafters high!
Our hearts quicken in unison,
Uniting rhythms rhyme.

My kindred are plum perfect
And do a job well done!
They teach that through diversity,
In truth, we all are one!

—
My response to Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #45: Kindred

I Wonder how the Animals Feel! #Poem

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I wonder how the animals feel!
When they enter our gardens to catch their crumbs,
Do they think we await them and want them to come?

I wonder how the animals feel!
When they hear our clocks chime and the noises we make,
Do they beg us to stop, for goodness sake!
Do they pray for a mute button on the remote
And wish we were still, silent like their fur coat?

I wonder how the animals feel!
When they see all our selling and marketing stuff,
Do they ask themselves, “When will enough be enough?”

I wonder how the animals feel!
Do they vision a world without people and places
So teeming with ghoulish, uncool social graces?
Would it brighten their day if we all stopped to listen
To our wonderful sky as it gleams and it glistens?

I wonder how the animals feel!
When the time comes to ring in a shiny new year,
Do they question if things will be different from here?

I wonder how the animals feel!
When we smell fetted odors that make us go “Phew!”
Do they want to exclaim, “You smell bad to us, too!”
Do they point and react to our oft foolish ways?
Or go shaking their heads through the rest of their day?

I
Wonder
How
The animals
Feel!

—
My response to this week’s
#Threethingschallenge Take Seven

Thought Bubbles – Tale Weaver #300 #Poem

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There’s a thought bubble over your head.
What does it say?

Is it a happy bubble like the ones in cartoons,
with a smiley face inside?

Or is it an angry bubble,
Complete with flames?

You may think it doesn’t matter.
After all, it’s your own personal thought.

But the truth is,
Your thoughts do matter,
Perhaps more than you will ever know!

A bubble may break,
Floating out into the abyss…
But its energy has only transformed…

It’s no longer soap on a child’s bubble wand,
But a bubble of happy energy,
Spreading and expanding,
Floating throughout time and the Universe!

Thought bubbles are just the same.
They break apart,
And their energy scatters.

You might have finished
Thinking whatever was in that particular bubble.

But someone,
Somewhere,
Whether near or far from you,
Has inadvertently encountered
Its living,
Vibrating energy!

Someone,
Somewhere,
Whether you know them or not,
And whether you realize it or not,
Is affected by the energy
Of your very own thought bubble!

There’s a thought bubble over your head.
What does it say?

—
Written for
MLMM Tale Weaver #300: Bubbles

Patience #SixSentenceStories

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“Tender the goods to me immediately!
I’ve no time for your excuses!
I want the merchandise now,
wanted it weeks, months, years ago, in fact!”

Such a conversation may get the goods,
but it will burn all our bridges in the process!

Patience is always best, though it can be difficult.
I guess that’s why they say
Patience is a virtue!

—
A contemplative poem written for Denise’s
#SixSentenceStories Prompt: Tender

Ancient Wisdom #Decima #Poem

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The music flows, it ebbs, then flows
With undulating harmony
Of breezes born across the sea,
Imparting wisdom as it goes.

It sings the truth all nature knows:
That whether we succeed or fail,
We must, with in- and full exhale,
Be open to the fresh and new,
A clear perception, wider view.
And ride the tides of life we sail!

—
Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 30: (EXHALE) in the C rhyme line.

Vision #Poem

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The vision for my life was chosen
Long before I was born,
Or, perhaps, not so long before,
But before nonetheless.

I think
I forgot that vision
When I arrived
And the outer world overwhelmed the inner…

But the vision was held for me
In the Mind of All,
And my eyes are open to it
Once again!

I see, I stand,
A wonderful, essential contribution
To the ever expanding
Brightening Universe!

—
Written in response to
#Threethingschallenge #407

Happiness Day #Poem

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I woke up this morning;
that was happiness!

We had a pleasant breakfast;
that was bliss!

I’m feeling better after several difficult days;
that’s a relief!

I’ve gotten some work done today;
that’s a joy!

I will sleep tonight
in joy, relief, bliss, happiness!

—
A Quadrille (poem of 44 words excluding title) for Lillian’s “happiness” prompt at
dVerse.