Sitting waiting, waiting for the light,
anticipating the retreat of the night.
The mallards have gathered awaiting their feeding.
They always appear to be fiercely competing.
A song birds trill permeates the air,
spilling out it's chords, tender, fair.
A boisterous crow joins the conversation.
Flying to and fro with his long winded explanation.
The full moon fades tucked somewhere far away,
as nature greets a brand new day.
Categories:
long winded, nature,
Form: Light Verse
the cold refreshment
sweeps through the redtop mountains -
the sunny-blue wind
~ ~ ~
pleasure of rolled down windows
and grandson’s afternoon nap
1/25/2019
Categories:
long winded, grandson, weather,
Form: Senryu
I wrote a poem,
it was long winded,
but I'm posting this one,
because I binned it,
and as it went,
it was an accident,
and with the bin full of goo,
save that poem I wouldn't do.
Categories:
long winded, silly,
Form: Rhyme
My friend let me share with you,
the secret of what I do,
It really is a mystery,
I have no clue is the truth you see?
It just happens to me.
I ask many questions,
I don't pretend to know,
of what's so familiar it makes
my heart glow. It just is.
From lifetimes ago.
I have a story of what it might be.
Floats around in my head,
demands attention from me.
Compelled to write an
arrangement on life.
Hearing the language
of what's behind my eyes.
But I don't know why.
I love all the same,
everything about this crazy game.
I'm fortunate and grateful to hear,
Another voice in the Wind out there.
Even if understanding's not clear.
It feels quite right,
like the warmth of a light,
Like the smell of a fresh spring day.
I'm in love with it,
when it comes my way.
A mystery this voice in me,
as puzzles are shown to my eyes.
And I don't know why….
But to my own surprise….
Sometimes I try and it's not quite right.
Sometimes I don't and then it takes flight,
and it's right….and a quiet write into light...
but I don't know why.
Just a glimpse you see… it's the oddest part
of the secret me.
Categories:
long winded, friendshipwrite, voice, love, voice,
Form: I do not know?