Short Foraging Poems
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herring gulls flocking
foraging at the beaches-
disappearing lunch
7/27/18
Contest - Son of Senryu
Sponsor - Brahn Bailey
for tunes
forgotten...
foresights
forecast...
forces foreseen
for aging
forever...
foraging...
for tunes
stan sand
In June I sought the desert phlox
That I might smell its homesome musk
It quivered like the desert fox
Foraging in the lonesome dusk.
in the frozen wastes
a raging blizzard abates ~
wildlife foraging
Written on the 14th December 2023.
You cannot hold Winter
Children weep for acorns
and their plummets of blackcurrants
They have lost their Midas Touch
Urban foraging is bygone pride
Face fractured with fear.
Fumbling, foraging , through frames,
Strangers in photos,
Calling from a distant shore
"Come, join us, be loved once more"
blue jay lands, perches,
tilt, rotate its head, scans round,
foraging; flies off.
hops upon wet grass,
finds wriggling earthworm, it pulls~
alert behavior
Bluebird nesting box,
built with love. Toils to survive
cold spring nights, unforgiving.
Toiling, foraging
Worms, insects make a nice meal
Insatiable mouths
Dive into water
Foraging around for food
They play in it too.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
Watching a nature show about all kinds of animals.
There once was a wombat named Dora
Found foraging in grassy flora.
Her scat, it came out square;
The bush rat said, "Not fair—
Can't you hide that very odd aura!”
Winking sun through downpour trails
Earth foraging lives
Blackened standards show respect
In our sullen retreat
memories start to fade
The forgotten scar the forgetful
foraging squirrel
gathers brown acorns
log fire burns in grate
Bite Size Poem no23 Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
10/15/21
Below:
Vertiginous
fish, foraging for flies
that hover above the water
level.
Above:
An eager eye
calculating, swooping
down with deadly talons splayed for
killing.
My thoughts were of migrating birds
That nests these local shores
Foraging the marsh's best yet only till
The summer's dawn.
‘Twas love you nested on this heart
Until you had to leave.
I
global shutdown
local foraging pleasures
picking herbs - bounty
II
promise of city -
work loses meaning -
plants, family
III
global shutdown
strange equality
hinterlands rise
swallows swiftly swoop
foraging flies for fledglings
daily dawn to dusk
1 / 19 / 2022.
Sponsor Tania Kitchin.
Contest Nature haiku with alliteration.
Syllable count Poetrysoup.
How quickly life passes by
We wonder who we are
How we fit in
We are small, mobile creatures on two legs
Foraging, we use an odd mixture of concocted
shorthand
to communicate
And often to miscommunicate
Orange reef,
a riddler on relief;
an ancient beat-
a walking priest,
a breed!
An ancient thief-
floating on now,
foraging in the great wild,
...it was like a drum,
oh it was so fun,
yadda da da da.
alighting
bees
ceding
deeply
easily
foraging
garnishing
homesteads
into
joyous
kilns
lithely
moving
nourishment
over
parading
queen
routinely
screening
their
unborn
valiantly
weaning
xiphoid
young
zygotes
Folklore drifts
past cobblestone
like ash.
Along High street,
I traipse through secrets,
foraging
ghosts in
Castle Rock’s
slate gaze.
I stir up
ancestors
to warm my spirit
as an Auld Reekie dawn
bares
its dented armor.
wetland water whirls
an ibis searches for crabs ~
foraging ballet
white feathers emerge
standing tall on bright pink stilts ~
bill crab prize displayed
grunts and cooing sounds
echo the wet marsh at dusk ~
ibis courting chant
Festive fireworks foraging forcefully,
firework flames... flashing, floating, fading.
Families figure favorite fashions.
Friends find fizzling firecrackers.
Fireworks feature fantastic forms.
Frozen faces fathom fascinating festivities!
Branscombe blossom
fair and light
coats the grass with pink and white,
mossy branch and apple breeze
stirs the limbs of dancing trees
orange tips and foraging bees,
no sweeter does the blackbird sing
than in an orchard filled with spring
Squirrels in trees
foraging for nuts.
Raiding bird feeders,
filling their huts.
Fat gray ones seen,
moving in struts.
Loudly chattering,
with twitching butts!
11/16/19
Contest: McWhirtle Me Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messinah
Eating everything
on the menu
Dylan asked for more
His hunger
reestablished
leftovers on the floor
A bite into
the future
yesterday a whore
A meal once paid
forever staid
— new rawness to procure
(The New Room: December, 2024)