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Details | Free verse |

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s

Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013


Details | Prose |

Child of the Elements

I am a rock; earth, air, fire and water;
a child of the elements.
I grow and erode; 
my greatest strength is stillness; 
my voice, the silence.

I am a tree, a child of the elements.  
I grow and decay; 
shedding leaves and bark.
My voice is a whisper; 
my strength is the stillness; 
though I bow to the winds.  
Immobile am I; a conundrum of nature.

I am a mountain; a child of the elements.  
I grow and erode, by layers.  
my strength is the stillness;  
My purpose is a home for rock, tree and beast.  

I am a human, a child of the elements.
I grow and decay like everything else.
My voice is a gift; 
my strength is the still silence, 
where I rarely go.
Haphazardly, I run amok; 
relying too much on things I create, 
instead of my silent strength.

My greed crushes the rocks; 
destroys the trees;.  
My ego dynamites the mountains; 
poisons the water and air.
Because of me, the earth and her children, suffer.  
Wallowing in my greed and ignorance; 
my siblings of the elements, are dispensable.

I am a human, a child of the elements.  
I destroy because I ignore,
the still silence; my strength.

Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014

Details | I do not know? |

Don't Worry Child

Don't worry child
Don't cry
Don't let fear
Find you

Don’t worry child
The life
Still needs you
You will find life
When you find
You!

Don’t worry child
Don’t die
Beside the cold trees
Find your way out
Find the life inside

Don’t worry child
May the branches of doubt
Lead you to the leaves
Where everything is calm and green
Away from the screaming steam

Don’t worry child
in the forest
Deep inside
Between the ashes and shadows
A mystic soul shines
Among the trees of life
Always by your side

Don’t worry child
Don’t cry
Find life
inside you
Don’t die
Your soul is bright
Your tree will shine
soon
You will find
You are one of a kind
So Don’t worry child!

Copyright © Mostafa Ibraheim | Year Posted 2014


Details | Rhyme |

THE TARANTULA BUILT A WEB

The tarantula built  
a web in the upper-left corner of my patio;
she weaved it perfectly as Antonio
rose on his wobbling feet to reach it.


That boy didn't know that 
spiders get vicious and suddenly bite 
when someone tries to grab them for spite,
and Antonio tried to pull it down with a tiny twig...
no, it didn't work, so he tried again with a long stick;
oh, once a garden spider got stuck into his mom's wig! 


" Antonio, put it down,
before it crawls onto your skin! "
The spider will bite you on the cheek
and you'll be doing the Tarantula Dance! "
I yelled by taking the stick away from him with extreme force.
" No, I like that spider...that's the one I want to keep! "
He rebelled with a grin, transforming himself into a beast.
" OK, you can keep it, but remember spiders creep! "
I warned him and told him to wear a mask and just peak.  


The tarantula built a web where rain or storms
never soaked it, and scorching sun rays
never melted it...how laborious she was in summer's long days!
We watched it going to and fro searching for food for her little one
as we took daily videos and had fun watching them!
After all, I realized that a spider is not dangerous...if left alone;
and Antonio kept his distance by warning other boys
that trying to catch a tarantula is a very dangerous game!

Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Darkest Soil

Materialize before my eyes:
Amorphous clumps of clay 
In puddles of brown broth
Walk around with empty mouths
That house ravens of despair
Silent stupidity and empty
Sockets follow blindly 
A path hewn ages before 
They even existed in weary
Acceptance of fate unavoidable.
                                  And I follow slowly;
                                  Crawl on elbows;
                                  Claw with hands that grab
                                  Mud as a last rope 
                                  To pull me away from
                                  Emptiness shown on
                                  Their faces while they step over 
                                  Me in strange indifference 
                                  To continue their way
                    My head rests on hands
                    slick and silt with tears
                    spilt for their mute life
                    where words have no 
                    weight but what is put
                    in one outpour of grief
They say from darkest soil
Lightest flowers grow
Salty water sprinkles
Where my knees touch
My lips softly kiss
Lovingly, in hope.

***

March 11, 2017
Copyright © Darren White

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |

Skies From A Little Girl's Eyes

She wades in until the water reaches her waist,
looks out and continues into the endless sea.
Her imagined long gown floats behind her.

Her little girl shoulder blades 
become hidden beneath the water.
Each time she raises her arms because 
it is cold, but the sea is calm and peaceful,
too cold for the others who prefer to watch.

It is her moment alone to feel like a Princess.
She lowers her regal eyes
but not her head, to keep her crown from falling.

She sees how her feet glide on the sand,
her legs extend to touch the bottom as golden 
sun reflects her movements on the water.
Sunlight penetrates the depths
as her toes penetrate pristine sands.

When water becomes chest high
her arms rise and then she lies back 
to float so she can view the azure sky 
in great wonderment.
Are the clouds shaped like a person ? 

Translation by Connie Marcum Wong
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Original Poem:
RIEN N’EMPÊCHE D’AUTRES OISEAUX
By Ariane Dreyfus 

Elle s’arrête quand l’eau lui arrive à la taille
Regarde, avance à nouveau, et la mer infinie
La suit, traîne qu’elle sent à peine, la robe elle l’imagine

S’effacent ses omoplates de petite fille
À chaque fois qu’elle lève les coudes et se hausse
Car il fait froid
Mais l’eau est calme, pas embêtante

Frileux les autres sont restés derrière
C’est donc un instant de princesse

Elle baisse les yeux, mais pas la tête
À cause de sa couronne qui pourrait tomber
Regarde comment ses pieds glissent
Sur le sable
Parce qu’il est très loin les jambes ont grandi
Elles se tordent à plein de reflets
Le soleil y va, en profondeur
Et plus en profondeur la pointe des pieds
Pour aller jusqu’au sol intouché

L’eau presqu’à la poitrine, elle étire ses bras
Ainsi flottent les mains

Puis s’allonger, sinon comment voir que le ciel
Donne un si grand vertige, et les nuages en forme de 
personne? 
*************************************
Rough English Translation I had to work from:

THERE IS NOTHING TO PREVENT OTHER BIRDS
By Ariane Dreyfus 

She stops when the water comes the size
Look, move again, and the endless sea
Follows her, drags that she feels, the dress she imagine

Fade her shoulder blades of little girl
Whenever she raises the elbows and to increase
Because it is cold
But the water is quiet, no annoying
Chilly the rest remained behind

It is a moment of Princess
She drops the eyes, but not the head
Because of its Crown that could fall

Look how her feet slide
On the sand
Because it is far away the legs grew
They writhe in lots of reflections
The sun go, deep
And more in depth the toes
To go to the ground untouched

Water almost ' chest, she stretches her arms
Thus float hands
Then lie down, otherwise how can I see the sky
Gives a great dizziness, and person-shaped clouds?



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017

Details | Ottava rima |

Nature's Wild Child


Rain’s riot banishes peace of mind day, Deluge damning dumps devious rage wet. Storm, summer rain's wild child pours on display; Lightning fierce firing fitful since sunset, Bass booming thundercracks dishing dismay, Reverb atmospheric quaking dire threat. Tantrum, summer's sobs throb at window’s pane-- That this hellish brat exists, blackened bane! ~~~~~~~ Strobes’ amperage sizzling slow-motion fear, As brute force rants with spate’s tongue-lashing raves. Kiss of death’s electric surge stalks me here, Sky-splitting rumbling roars rock shocked airwaves. Combustion spontaneous in juiced air, Summer spawned tempest's temper misbehaves! Menace.., nightmare slow swirls away turtle’s pace-- I feel color returning to pale face. SusanAshley 8/23/17 Contest: Summer Rain Storm Premiere Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart

Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Glass Heart

~I n  m e

There is a heart of glass—
That shakes with the contents of the past,
And so a cutting away with you—
Now have shards of my glass, too.

I fear the emptiness that comes after the blood—
There a child playing with like red mud
From the glass dark in my chest--
This partial fullness.

Hang up my heart like a looking glass—
Reflect onto others, pass
Moving into their dreams—
The glass of them, the glass in me.

~I n  m e

Copyright © L. M. | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

Harvest Thanksgiving

I do so love harvest thanksgiving, 
That time of year which celebrates agriculture, 
When church flips from being god-centred, 
To remembering farmers and good food manufacture.  

It’s not an Armenian or Amish allusion, 
‘Cos tins are given no problem; 
Natural remedies aren’t primed as better, 
Than medicines, to the mind and body superior. 

As a child who regretfully attended church, 
I thought on that day of poverty and Christian giving:
That their offer was kind of a respectable food bank, 
A silent redistribution of wealth, income and living. 

No food bank is respectable, of course, 
But they can channel wealth efficiently and appropriately;
And that the Church offers such for just one day, 
Should be celebrated as a positive sign most definitely. 

God is sometimes just such an abstraction, 
Academically, he’s for the objective mind; 
He’s not comforting when your needs are just so real:
Physical, emotional, psychological: he can be so unkind. 

When you just need a meal on the table, 
And need it supplied by someone else, 
Whether by government, food bank or church, 
It’s a person that's there, not divine impulse. 

I thought it was moral to impose that on believers, 
As a kid who just so wanted to talk and shoot, 
About real mechanisms, real structures and methods, 
Which made life’s systems, dynamics, art and roots.  

Being grateful for food, diet and health, 
Eclipses salvation humility and responce;
Eternal purpose lays as distant and non-tangible, 
To people and belongings which have an unimpeachable force. 

Farmers need to be remembered, given relevance, 
For their labour, dedication and sheer love of the job; 
It’s that occupation and training which ensures, 
Our basic daily needs are met not just with contours.

The harvest basket every year means to me hope, 
Nourishment for those who starve and scrape;
Church wealth rides so high and mighty on average, 
That this real examination is something to advocate. 


Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Ode |

Child of Spring

In this passage of time
I long for the month of my birth
a real child of the spring am I
born on the Vernal Equinox
I come fully alive in spring

The sights and sounds of spring
do hold me in enthral
the beauty of each emerging bud
and oh to enjoy the warmth of sun

The busy work of nesting birds
the joyful songs they do emit
filling the world with wonder
as busily they feed their chicks

The carpets of the spring flowers
strewn here and there at random
gallant bluebells wave their trumpets
while stately daffodils bow their heads

All these bring such joy and lightness
to this weary old soul of mine
giving me the kick I need
to put away the winter blues

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Limerick |

There's No Place Like Home

Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked  witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone  

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Haiku 3-14-15


brown eyes smile 
under wide-brimmed hat -
tug on cane pole

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |

Forgotten Tide

The busy Moon forgot about the Tide.
She left it out all day upon the sand.
And when it found itself alone topside,
there mischief was immediately at hand.

It washed the muddy Rocks until they shone,
then dragged in trash to mess them up again,
it chilled the chubby babies to the bone
and tugged their pudgy feet to pull them in.

It rearranged the peaceful ocean floor
and wrapped the kelp into a tangled wreath,
then turned up all the driftwood on the shore
and tickled every creature underneath.

It tricked the Fishermen it came across
by pulling at the lines they'd cast about,
took cages that it saw the Trappers toss
and let the little Crabs and Lobsters out.

It fooled with every Fish that floated by,
it sprayed the Seagulls when they flew too near,
it pooled in spots it KNEW the Sun liked dry
and played with all the boats along the pier. 

It sueezed the baby Squid until they laughed
then painted funny pictures with their ink
and after it had taught them all this craft,
it swirled away like water down a sink.

It called to Clouds that hung around the sky
and asked to meet them halfway in between
then teased them until they began to cry
but just to make it rain, not to be mean...

The Tide adored its mischief and it would
have gleefully continued on its spree
but for the Moon, who for the greater good,
came up at last and let it out to sea!

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

Details | Verse |

Incarnate

Christ, avatar.
One Christmas star
Cosmos ajar.
Life dusts disperse.

A child of God
Like trees in sod.
All on Earth laud.
One universe.

December 8, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: DESIDERATA 
Sponsor	nette onclaud


I Chose Theme #2

NOTE: av·a·tar
'av??tär/
noun
1.	1.
HINDUISM
a manifestation of a deity or released soul in bodily form on earth; an incarnate divine teacher.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014

Details | ekphrasis |

Bear Child

This writing is my interpretation of the Susan Boulet's painting "Bear Child"

*Bear Child*

Docile and tame as a young child
The bear hugged every opportunity to come close to man
To peer into the everyday lives of what they had planned
For fear they would travel upon his path

He wasn’t like all the rest
Filled with hope and a breath of optimism
What could this man bring to his everyday solitude?
Perhaps they could embrace and become friends
With his outstretched paws he reached out to mankind
Never intending to learn of his power
With outstretched hands he lent them his heart

Mankind’s heart on the other hand a different plan
He wanted to conquer the bear and every beast of the field
To show that he had all the thunder
Til the grizzly cried out and firmly placed his foot on the ground
The vibration made the cruel man shudder
To what did this bear owe mankind but a moment of serene favor?
He sought to peer into the hearts of the beasts on his path
Never imagining that he would become their prey
He took all he could muster
All the energy in his chest and growled like the pine forests trembling
He stood on his path all beaten and worn and hoped 
That the message he was sending
“Beware of this bear who will stalk you like a wolf”
His existence he will be defending

Gwendolen Rix
10-26-14


Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014

Details | Verse |

The Feather

The feather had started its life as part of a bird's plumage
until one day it was preened out and left on the ground
A warrior chief finding it added it to his headdress
where it rode into many bloody battles with him
until it was wrenched out by a tree's branches
trapped there fluttering in the light breeze
it was found by a man who took it for his wife
she added to her Sunday hat and wore it to church.

Starting to look very bedraggled she took it out
she was going to throw it away but her daughter
pleaded to be allowed to have it for her collection
and there it rested for many years as a trophy.
The feather had started life bright and jaunty
now in its last days it had faded and become shredded
I wonder what tales you could tell us, the lady thought
as with a sigh she took it outside and let the breeze take it.

written 08/05/2014

contest: LEAF, FEATHER, SHELL or FLAKE

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton | Year Posted 2014

Details | Personification |

Mother's Favorite Child

I am Mother Nature's earned retreat
and she surely has her reasons,
she needs a break from the demands,
made by the other seasons.

Spring insists on soft pastels,
Fall boasts orange hues bright,
Summer spins her color wheel.
Me? I'm fine in white.

When mother lays her paintbrush down,
I do my very best,
to sketch a silver tapestry,
while she takes a rest.

On the shoulders of a North wind
my icy fingers freeze, while
lacy snowflakes dance and sway
like diamonds in the breeze.

Known as January,
I’m beautiful, windy and wild,
always welcoming me with open arms,
I'm Mother Nature's favorite child.

Copyright © Liz Labadie-Reilly | Year Posted 2011

Details | Rhyme |

Child of Rain and Stone

===================
She rages! Child of Rain and Stone...

Stone, easing not the falls she takes,
takes leave. Soon, she must rise alone.

Alone, he grieves until she wakes.
===================

Copyright © Lycia Harding | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |

Do you like Pigeons Dad

‘Do you like Pigeons Dad’

“Oh No”

‘But Why?’

“They’re scummy things
They’re Rats with wings
They’re vermin of the sky”

‘That can’t be right Dad’

“It is”

‘How So?’

“They pilfer seed
They breed at speed
And harbour disease you know”

‘Are you sure dad’

“Oh Yes”

‘Since when?’

“Since the Rock Pigeon flew
And ended up in a stew
Since their domestication by men”

‘But I like Pigeons Dad’

“I know
You do”

‘I like how they sing
I like the shape of their wing
So you should like them too’

“But I don’t like Pigeons Son.
Not now.
Not ever.
Their walk is bizarre,
They crap on my car
And they’re really not that clever”

'But Daaaad…

...they wake me in the morning,
With their delightful coo,
Their plumage is wonderful - an iridescent blue.
They look good in the garden Dad
They don’t make such a mess
Do you like Pigeons Dad?’

…“Yes”



[This poem was the result of being asked this question many, many, many times by my son. My son is on the autistic spectrum - he has Asperger's Syndrome to give the official diagnosis. He is a lovely human being & I love him dearly. But one of his most irritating traits, is the fact that he asks the same questions continuously all day every day. No matter how you respond, the same question will be posed minutes later. Currently and for at least the last 2 to 3 years: 'Do you like pigeons daddy?' is his favourite/most frequently asked question. Now that you know that, perhaps you can really feel the exasperation in that final ..."Yes"]

Copyright © David Sollis | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!


~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!


Copyright © JW Earnings | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

a wide-eyed child

a wide-eyed child
leaps into a woman’s arms –
a butterfly lands


By Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Copyright January 20, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Beauty 
Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

HAND IN HAND


It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows on your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky 
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, 
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.


Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Goat Unaware

Didn’t know a goat had to die
To make grandma’s dish so delicious. 

Fileted meat
Marinated in herb and spice:
Onion, garlic, black pepper, clove and thyme
Pan griddled, embracing black char
Simmer in oil

Sizzling, a snake’s hiss 
Aroma drew nose near, from afar
A dinner’s delight
 
A black fur billy goat
Eyes starring widely
Chewed green, so unaware
Doomed for demise
To adorn dinner plates
 
 Prey to the hunter’s ritual 
Age old, as time
Sharp blade placed to throat
Its red soaked the earth
 
Free -verse 03/07/15

by Marckincia Jean

Copyright © Marckincia Jean | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

appalachian trail

long after midnight

he points out the big dipper...

grass for our pillows






___________________________________________
for Charles Henderson's Contest: "No Contest Contest"
/resubmitted for PD's Contest "Any haiku will do"

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

Love

a little girl squeals
toddling through daises—
her mother smiles

Copyright
January 20, 2014

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Nothing BUT Love 
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2014

Details | Prose |

Evening Well Spent

Where did you fly off too bird,
the trees where your babies live?
New camera was out of focus,
but I heard the squawking loud enough.
Mother came out ringing the dinner bell;
did she know of the crimson sunset?
With the sound of birds in my ears,
I ran to the rice bowls, hot and ready.
Chopsticks in her hands - she first asked
how I fared in my adventures.
The birds were quiet, the sunset now violet;
I ate it all, but was still hungry for the woods outside.

Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2014

Details | Free verse |

Tough As Nails

Hopeful doesn’t mean stupid
That doesn’t mean I wasn’t stupid
I was in a state and messed up
Simple as that.

I could dramatize
Spill all the stars from my eyes and mouth and cry out for answers but,
I won’t. 
My spirit can dance alone.
A lapse in judgement will not throw it off beat because it dances to a cosmic drum. My heartbeat and no one else’s.

Dropped my shield 
Set myself on fire 
Burned up a daft dream 
And fell to ashes.

I’ve proven to relate to the phoenix 
Both of us know what it’s like to die a quick death and come back stronger
Time and time again
Our ashes swirl into the manifestation of our desires and in that I find my comfort.

Boulders
Hard topped, granite counters
Tough as nails kid
But kid is man or at least he pretends to be.

Smart phones aren’t so smart but, I’m writing this on one
Sedatives and sad, country music mood swims through my veins.

Excuse me, while I go have a drink with that phoenix.

Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Inside My Head---Forever Young

I close my eyes....and I'm back again.. in a hideaway, where we would play A sheltered cove on summer days A giant oak, that wore our names carved long ago by childish hands. A place that takes me far away inside my head, to yesterday Overgrown, where willows grow, and berry vines, have dangled down Thorns prick our legs, where I descend down to the river's edge again Frogs, and fish, and summer sun filters down to watch the fun, dampen brows, and warm our backs. Laughter rides the distant past Remembering, now, with eyes that mist... Longing for the summer's kiss When my legs were slim, tanned brown, and strong A rope swing lifts me in the breeze I'm drifting high above the trees I feel the mist, of rippled streams My hair is gold, beneath the sun Forever young, I plan to be Inside my head,..free as the wind
___________________________________ 9/16/15

Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Dear Heart

In the wild a lone deer 
A sound that no other human can hear
The deer does not know that I am watching from a safe distance
The lone deer leaps in the air and run quickly through the meadow

I thought something was chasing the lone deer but the area is protected
From predators except for man who hunts the deer in the late early winter

Park preserver and neighboring communities say that
the deer need to be culled
Because they destroy the habitat  

A long high pitched sound like a child crying is heard
in the center of the meadow

I stand on a park bench because I thought a child was in trouble
But I could not see anyone and I am nervous because I could not see what I could hear
The sound was like blood curdling
The sound was like a warning
But no other humans could hear the sound 
The sound was from the dear’s heart
Do you believe

Copyright © Mel Brake | Year Posted 2016