Red, Orange, and Yellow Flowers

For this installment of Heeding Haiku with Chèvrefeuille, we are writing about colors. I wrote first about the coloring that I like to do, but then I saw the flowers in my family’s garden and found them inspiring. Shared also with the Writers’ Pantry.

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lovely new dresses
this season’s latest fashion
demure blooms display —

how can I be sorrowful,
‘midst this exquisite brightness?

The Antidote

Today I am sharing a poem that was not inspired by any particular prompt, something that I usually do not do because there are so many prompts to take part in! I tried to finagle Fandango’s one-word challenge into a poem, but it didn’t work, so I wrote this sentence. 🙂


When the soul gets sad and lonely,
Remember life is not me only.
Reach out to another friend,
Some kind message to them send.
Maybe this friend also needs
Some loving positivity-seeds.
Antidote to a saddening pattern:
As a flower, to sunlight turn.

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April

Here is another installment of Linda’s paint-chip poetry. I tried to also write in quatrains with an “abab” rhyme scheme. This is also shared with DVerse OLN. Our prompt words are below.

“April showers bring May flowers,”
So goes a well-known adage.
A heartbeat blooms and overpowers
Sky-waterfalls; hope makes a hedge.

Pumpkins planted in the spring
Are simply seeds, but by October,
They’re ripe for jack-o-lantern carving,
So parts of April are not over.

One April morning we are all fools,
Many pranks people like to test:
Teaching that when time seems cruel,
To keep new hope in a cedar chest.

Within the Lines

This is for Linda G. Hill’s coloring club for this month. I have colored several pictures, and here is one of them, plus part of another.

I also wrote a poem inspired partly by the coloring pages, since they can be quite fantastical! We color within the lines but can choose any picture we want. 🙂  Sharing with today’s Writers’ Pantry.

 

The rules say color within the lines,
But the artist’s mind divines
How to within the form be free,
Or to trash it, if need be:

These rules don’t dictate what to draw —
Let one’s artistry be raw —
Nor which colors one must use.
If some are fixed, there’s more to choose!

A Short Attention Span

This is in response to Angie Trafford’s Writing Wednesday prompt, which this time is “unfocused.”


My brain is that butterfly
That I can’t help noticing
Out the window, taking time
To stare at its mesmerizing wings —

My brain is that butterfly,
Fluttering from one idea to the next,
So many flowers so little time
To drink all the nectar before wings

Of whimsy take my brain away;
My brain is that butterfly,
Which wishes to explore infinitely
But not for long to stay.

 

Rediscovery

Rosemary is hosting this Sunday’s Writers’ Pantry.
It’s an unprompted link-up, but she did talk about Shel Silverstein and shared one of his poems. That inspired this cherita, since I was a fan of his children’s poetry when I was in elementary school. I had forgotten about that until Rosemary helped me remember. 🙂


As a child in the library, I read his books of poetry:

Those whimsical, silly rhymes planted poet-seeds,
Also containing lessons waiting to germinate.

Today, encountering these words, they speak to me
Of truths I have only just begun learning,
Of letting the words start blooming.

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Look at Those Faces

For DVerse MTB this week, we are trying our hands at verbing. I do this a lot with friends in my non-blog life, but finding a good idea for it in a poem was unexpectedly hard. 


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Look at those faces:

They sunflowered for a few weeks,

Nature summered for a few months —

See the birds use their beaks

To peck the seeds from what once

Loved the sun’s embraces.

 

The Garden Is Growing

For Quadrille Monday this week, Victoria asks us, “How does your garden grow?” I’m a day late with this, but here is mine. I might add pictures later.


Everything that she touches dies.
So the garden in front of these eyes
Was planted by her brother’s loving hands.
Her heart such beauty understands,
In awe of God and human skill
Under the sun, her spirits rise.
Gratitude and peace her worries still.