A late March thundershower floats toward me
Like a plucked flower
Handed over on a walk to a lover
With a smile
Down this afternoon path
That breezes past
Spring-born ponds
Erupting
Of Peepers ululating and Chorus Frogs ratcheting
In a wave of Gnawa music.
The surface
Puckers
Diacritic raindrops
Slowly
Softly
Each plop and their purple ripple
Has not enough splash
To generate an echo
From the reedy shore.
The storm not so strong to hide the sun
For long
To move a wind
Or slice the sky with lightning
Rolls by with quiet thunder
Wetting my hair and all the early blossoms.
My spirit lifts while its shadow stoops
Cups the mud.
This gentle stir
Today
Seems to awaken and nudge the air
Just enough
To take His hand
Away
Sets free
The spring Dove
From his fist
Writes its wings in a mist
Changes his mind from Him to Her.
The newborn dawn caresses
outstretched arms of cattails
surrounding the circumference
of a tranquil pond. Before breakfast
the reed maces say grace, and
beckon for warmth on an April day.
The spring peepers sing their
morning melodies, to serenade the
incoming day. Tiny ripples disrupt
the water’s peace. Above those tiny
waves two shining dragonflies kissed,
erratically swayed, and kissed again
before their golden flakes fell,
and gave the reflecting sun
a blushing freckled face.
Black helicopters
thrum overhead menacingly
a conspiracy theory spies
on overheard words.
Digital drones plot and bot.
Light sleepers might feel paranoid
except they are peepers
they peer into the dark hearts
that hover unseen
We blame Putin
or Global warming.
We don't tell, or show our face
there are eyes in every place,
trolls patrol
and blood is thick today,
a sentence in a solitary place.
Just another day in the U.S of A
justice deferred
a theater of the absurd
but even so
watch out for the killer clowns
they most certainly abound.
American women are dying
Leaving children and doctors crying
There's naught they can do
Abortion's taboo
Because prejudiced men keep prying
peeper melodies
nostalgic night serenade
childhood wonderment
peepers chirping
outside my bedroom window --
a spring lullaby
5/3/21
For Brian's All Yours Contest (May 5)
(concentrating....inner voice; 'metaphors be with you')
someone once said: mathematics is exploration
definitions come later
so...
hold a universe in your hand
and...
see the cosmos in a flower
the...
memories of eternity each will last an hour
(er!?….something like that)
stan sand
oh, you ...
diminutive little creature
no bigger than
my pinky's fingernail
yet your sweet song fills
my chill spirit with hope as large
as creation -
a longing for warmth and promise -
bright life and joyous activity
a buoyant anticipation
of better things to come
and the mysteries and ebullience
of summer
your twilight serenade has
at long last returned
and like you ...
I am awakening.
~ haunting eventide ...
tree frogs serenade night mists -
spring waits mute ... breathless ~
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Son Of A Senryu" Poetry Contest, Brahn Bailey, Judge & Sponsor.
Spring peepers
I could hear spring peepers singing in the dark
From the water near the dam
Night fell upon peach colored skies
All around the mountain
Reminders of how far I have climbed
Through the mountains of life lay before me
Just how far there is to carry on
Around the corner, there is so much more
Reflections flickered across the street
My eyes felt the end of a long day
Spring peepers called all the way home
From trees through the open windows
Reaching my ears, calling me to sleep
To dream of sights from views captured
--- By trying and trying again ---
Heidi Sands
5/23/17
Next Monday I get my peepers checked
Certainly couldn't be better timing
Bumping into walls, wearing Cathie's sciveys
For my 20-20 vision I'm pining
Fed our bird Tweety a big bowl of dog food
Fed our dog Rover some bird seed
Rover tried to fly off the top of his doghouse
While Tweety lifted her leg to pee
Hope I don't do myself some bodily harm
While hoisting my bum on the sink
Thinking they're making toilets a lot higher
A peeper check is overdue, I think
By mistake I donned one of Cathie's gowns
Felt so silky and sexy and girlie
But Cathie caught me posing in front of the mirror
Thought I was starting to act kinda squirrely
A real dilemma most unusual to encounter
During my very short stay here on earth
What it all boils down to is very bad eyesight
But it causes much laughter and mirth
© Jack Ellison 2015
Next Monday I get my peepers checked
Certainly couldn't be better timing
Bumping into walls, wearing Cathie's sciveys
For my 20-20 vision I'm pining
Fed our bird Tweety a big bowl of dog food
Fed our dog Rover some bird seed
Rover tried to fly off the top of his doghouse
While Tweety lifted her leg to pee
Hope I don't do myself bodily harm
While hoisting my bum on the sink
Think they're making toilets higher these days
A peeper check's overdue, methinks
By mistake I donned a gown of Cathie's
Felt silky and sexy and girlie
But Cathie caught me posing in front of the mirror
Thought I was starting to act kinda squirrely
A real dilemma most unusual to encounter
During my very short stay here on earth
What it all boils down to is very bad eyesight
But it causes much laughter and mirth
© Jack Ellison 2013
Late at night they come out
Making noises they shout.
The peepers are now out.
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