#NaPoWriMo : petals fall

Countless pink and white Sakura petals fall
To the icy spring rain
Golden daffodils bow to the grey sky’s thunderous call
Countless pink and white Sakura petals fall
Revealing green buds-ever so small
Matching the Dogwoods’ flowering wane
Countless pink and white Sakura petals fall
To the icy spring rain

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In such beauty

As peaceful clouds float by,

I ponder… ‘In such beauty, how can evil rule?

Birds sing merrily to the bright blue sky.

As peaceful clouds float by,

Summer winds wave goodbye.

The creek below sparkles like an Autumn jewel.

As peaceful clouds float by,

I ponder… ‘In such beauty, how can evil rule?

Come Back Spring

 
The blackbirds in the trees sing,
As a cold fog descends on the city by the bay,
“Come back Spring, come back Spring!”
With warmth and sunshine, She came teasing
For a week of park and beach play,
As the blackbirds in the trees sing.
 
Winter’s tears are cold rain stinging,
She’s painted the seas and skies gray.
“Come back Spring, come back Spring!”
 
The sun hides his warmth this morning
Causing delicate flowers wilt in dismay,
As the blackbirds in the trees sing.
 
Pray this is Winter’s last fling,
That sunshine will come and keep the cold away.
As the blackbirds in the trees sing,
“Come back Spring, come back Spring!”
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I wrote this poem earlier this in late winter as spring was starting to tease, how appropriate the last line is now that the summer heat rises. I may have to do a continuation. Now linked to dVerse Open Link Night.

Schrödinger’s Cat

Dead or alive?
Put in a box
How could one survive?
On duality you thrive
End this paradox
Dead or alive?

Put in a box

Schrödinger’s cat

 

dVerseMeeting the Bar: Negative Capability

Luck and Romance


Fairies play through the night
As leprechauns merrily  dance
Thier magic burns bright
Until dawn’s first light
Bringing luck and Spring romance
Fairies play through the night
As leprechauns merrily  dance

parade marching

We march in sun and cold 
Brass, drums, and flags waving
In parades for young and old
We march in sun and cold
Down the street the band unfolds
Our fight song we’re playing
We march in sun and cold
Brass, drums, and flags waving



the imaginary garden with real toads

Posted for imaginary garden with real toads Sunday Challenge to write a poem telling me how you feel about clowns, parades, or endless snare drum-with-whistle music. If you have been in a parade, did you enjoy it? If you have ever been a clown, was it your choice? If so, why? 




I’ve been in many parades with girl scouts and as part of the marching band. My triolet poem is about being in the marching band which was a lot of fun despite being some serious business. We even had our own creed.

The Pride of Broke Arrow: The Pride Creed
Now here is the creed of the Pride
It’s true and blue as the sky.
All who believe is shall prosper
And those who deny it, pass by
Upon this field of dreams
We all receive our due,
For this is the only place
Where all our dreams come true.
As with all things most important,
It’s where our hearts and souls abide.
For the strength of the Pride is the member,
And the strength of the member is Pride.