Driving hours back and forth for something which occasionally seems pointless
does not lend to poetic thought.
Words are hard, they hesitate, they trip, and drop the rhyme,
if I knew I’d be trying to write poetry about a steering wheel,
radio music, and yellow flowers dotting a littered median,
I might have skipped this month entirely, forget it.
But then, tiny yellow flowers trembling by the roadside
are what sustains my hope in this crazy, speeding world.
Didn’t I say? It’s the fine things, the little things.
A life worth living joyfully,
is when a host of golden dandelions
Speckled on the hill,
Dance in sweet welcome to Spring.
A bit of a complaint poem, born of frustration. But contentment is key, and I think I’ve found it. Inspired by dandelions, which is the best kind of inspiration. Enjoy 🙂
Rolling into the sun,
they have such fun,
their feet barely touch the ground.
Movement so smooth,
(though the language is rude)
they step without a sound.
Posted before midnight oh yeah! Anywho, Parkour is a bit of a guilty pleasure. Look it up on You Tube, it’s cool 🙂
Oh, Alice, I’m afraid you’ve quite misplaced your mind.
Let’s just say, the rabbit wasn’t
a rabbit. That is, when he claimed tardiness,
and one almost assumes he’s courting a lady rabbit,
it was very important after all, but who are you?
Alice, he stole you away like a fairy in a glade,
how he must have chuckled to think this foolish
girl who would chase me! A rabbit in a waistcoat to a tea party.
And then, in drinking that strange concoction, oh Alice
how you shrank, and how you grew, who knows
how you ended up? But the walrus knows, and the cat
and the queen. Sensical, if a thing is, when is it not?
The cat smiles, he is the moon,
the moon yawns, and there’s the cat.
A little old man-ipillar smoke rings around you,
fog your mind, muddle the senses.
Who needs to think clearly when the world has gone mad?
So this one is weird, but it fits with the strange story that it’s about, right? Alice in Wonderland has always been one of my favorites, but it’s such a bizarre tale that sometimes I wonder what she was thinking.
This is also vaguely inspired by the NaPoWriMo prompt to write about something big coming together with something small.
Don’t tell me i’m “only human”
for i am more than merely me,
i am royalty, a daughter of He
Who formed my body of dust,
my soul of His breath.
I may only equal the
components of a whirlwind,
but my composite parts are made holy
because He blesses them,
and holds me together.
Is a backseat full of books.
That smile when a baby giggles,
ripples of water reflecting sunlight,
a lark taking to the wing.
Joy is a whole afternoon to myself,
an early morning fog,
a well dressed salad,
a mug of hot chocolate.
Inspired by both the prompt from the Poetic Asides blog to write a “Case _______” poem today, and also by the NaPoWriMo blog to use concrete nouns and adjectives to describe something abstract. It could use some serious work, but that’s not the point of this month, so there it is.