Tag Archives: Poem

An Old Friend

A door to a world,
Both thrilling and comforting,
Through weathered pages


Tiny Flutists

The tiny flutists
Gather and play clashing tunes
Outside my window.


En Pointe

Shining satin shoes
Lift, sweep, and spin through the light
And into darkness


Honor

Harm none
Or, at the very least,
Never harm those weaker
Or more vulnerable.
Rather, protect them.


A 6 Word Short Story Poem Experiment: The Party

So this started with the idea that each line of a poem be a different 6 word short story. It may be more interesting as a concept than as a poem although the disjointed nature caused by the lack of transitions between the stories gives an interesting impression of the character (IMHO).

Another average day at home cleaning
Invitations: the bane of my existence
I’d rather talk to people online
My best friend is my dog
Mom, I do have real friends
Fine. I’ll go to the party.
There are too many people here!
Yes, of course I’m having fun!
Please, may I go home now?


Thunderstorm

A thunderous beat
Rising to a crescendo
Then silent applause


Magnolia

Barely opened buds,
A hint of blushing white blooms –
Browned by sullen frost


I Write

I write to free the words
That dance within my soul.
I write to capture new ones
And feed them to the coals.

I write to build up mountains.
I write to tear them down.
I write to fly on feathered wings.
I write to wear a crown.

I write to explore the possible,
The impossible, and more –
I write and write until I find
What wasn’t there before.


Woodpeckers

A sweet morning’s peace,
Broken by staccato beats
Of tiny hammers


Shy Breezes

Cool breezes whisper
Of warming sunlight and heat
But hush when they come.