In the this and that,
Of here and there.
Knowledge of up and down,
Was quick to disappear.
My speedy brain today.
Others chuckled at my expense,
For joy, a small price to pay.
Settling in to a level of chill now,
Unwinding, not really as fun.
While my mind’s still spinning, wide awake,
To exhaustion My body succumbs.
Free soaring, anchored flight;
Tied to a tail of whimsical joy.
Willing servant to the wind,
To cares, an effective decoy.
Unaware of her rapid pace,
And frequently peering behind.
Glimpsing a sun-filtered silhouette,
Loosening string; a magical climb.
What memories will future years bring,
Of the once exuberant child?
Who flew red kites in the sand,
And inspired smiles with her smiles.
Grasping tight to soaring gem,
Which flitters as if trying to break free.
Connected by a cloth chain,
And a little girls’ dream…
It seemed so much higher,
When I was a kid.
Limbs lower to the ground.
Within it’s leaves I hid.
I could touch the clouds.
The world seemed small below.
Embracing companion branches,
Which promised to not let me go.
It seemed so much higher.
Guess it always was to me.
From my childlike perspective,
It is still the perfect tree.
For today’s prompt, write a water poem. Life depends upon water, so there are any number of ways to write this prompt.
Little feet traipsing
Upon the soggy green
Blades of grass between their toes
Muddy earthworms, unseen
Bouncy, pouncy, springing forth
In the summer heat
From garden hose stream
Rainbows created by
Suns’s strong beams
Children’s spirits set agleam
“That time don’t wait for nobody”
You often would say
Staring into the unseen
With a reflective gaze
You were a man of strong faith
Always seeking the truth
Sifting though pages to keep learning
Writing and sharing what you knew
You were strong and gentle
At times stern, but always loving
You referred to us kids as “mutts”
We were all “Gertrude” when your memory was buckling
You played a mean game of checkers
And our tennis matches were so much fun
And, not sure how, but your ham sandwiches
Are still the best in the world, bar none!
I miss your garden and your golf ball collection
I miss your spray painted high top converses
I miss pretend face shaving with closed razors
I miss putting bows in your hair till you looked ridiculous
I miss so many things about you PaPa
I could write on and on about the grandfather I knew
Words of good memories would accrue endlessly
But in my heart, what I miss most is you…
This poem is for my Niece, Vivian Lee. Flamingos have been her favorite animal since she was three. She still adores them, and she turns 7 in May! Enjoy!
Vivian wants a pet flamingo
Who’ll live in her back yard
And wade around in her kiddie pool
Which, for a kid’s pool, is quite large
She will name her flamingo Sally
One of her very favorite names
She’ll put bows in her feathers
And they’ll play dress up games
Sally’s toe nails will be painted like rainbows
She will sparkle in the sun
One leg up, standing proud
Floppy hat and sunglasses on
Every day Vivian will feed her
Special order crustacean yum yums
So the beautiful pink she adores
Will stay bright, and Sally will stay strong
Her mom says maybe next year
She said the same the year before
But Vivian hasn’t given up
Sally the Flamingo is worth waiting for
Writers Digest Poem A Day Challenge Day 12
Prompt: For today’s prompt, write a city poem. The poem can take place in a city, can remember the city (in a general sense), be an ode to a specific city, or well, you should know the drill by now. City poem: Write it!
Growing up on five acres in Texas,
I never imagined the day.
When I would find myself,
In a huge city far away.
Upon the first breathtaking view,
In shock, my jaw dropped.
The breath was stolen from my chest,
And the beats quickened within my heart.
There was no end to the skyline,
The world was flat, building to building.
Such an incredible sight to see,
So exciting and thrilling!
Part of me felt fearful reservations,
Intimidated by the vastness all around.
And this was simply upon approach,
Adventures in the city itself would eventually abound.