Wind spinners throughout my garden
Perky and pretty
Moving with the wind
Sharing the truth of the day
In a hearty happy way
Makes the land lovable
Creates a magical feeling
Dazzling my imagination
Greeting faeries brownies and elves
Categories:
spinners, garden,
Form: Imagism
Around…around…around they go;
plastic spinners in a row.
Day and night, they spin away;
little dervishes at play.
Children spin them constantly;
like little tops, so happily.
As planes spinning out in space;
they put a smile upon the face.
Colored chakras spinning free;
activating energy.
Ecstatic, super-charged rings;
spinning, whirling hyper-beings.
As they gyrate; help one grow;
we will learn, they create flow.
Electric generators wake the snakes;
they rise to dance as one is graced.
The spirit heals; bestows, uplifts;
levitating brings one bliss.
Colors brighten; bring the light;
to weary souls each day and night.
No fidgeting is needed here;
one releases all their fears.
Dharma opens many doors;
walk on through; the power’s yours!
Categories:
spinners, fun, games, introspection, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
They spin in mid air
out of the water they come
cool looking dolphins.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Nov.26/2015
I have never heard of this kind of dolphin before. I'm watching a nature show.
Categories:
spinners, november,
Form: Haiku
Flirty Tail Spinners
A glowing mist gravitates toward the earth
Golden particles move into a canal of birth
Electrically charged by an unseen force
In a honey like substance, follow their course
Each particulate holds a massive power of life
Arriving identical none bare the same pallet knife
Of colors or purpose, each has a regal fingerprint
Pastels paint the land accented by transparent tints
Some are cool showers to fortify life washing all clean
Others are flowers and trees supernaturally seeding unseen
Larger ones hold the power of growth and stimulation to reach
Every parcel of land from inland to decorating the beach
The flirty tail spinners are the master rainbow makers
Humanity collectively gravitates toward timeless acres
Basking in summer’s brilliant color bursts of majesty
Finding solace from the worlds havoc in this amnesty
Summertime Beauty
Carole Cookie Arnold
Categories:
spinners, beach, beauty,
Form: Rhyme