Posted in April 2019, Haiku, NaPoWriMo 2019

Dandelion

Golden Dandelion

Carried by the wind

A seed blown with wishful breath

Gold crown manifests

Haiku

#NaPoWriMo—Day 17–Prompt:

Today, I’d like you to challenge you to write a poem that similarly presents a scene from an unusual point of view

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Posted in February 2019, Syllabic Verse

Count The Days

Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR
Roses and rose petals on ground at the Rose Garden in Portland, OR—June 2012

We count our life in years,

But what about the days?

All the seconds of life?

Cherish all the minutes.

It’s in those moments,

Memories are made,

Chances are taken,

Changes often happen.

Treasure every breath.

Celebrate each day.

Give thanks for your life.

Syllabic Verse

My grand-daughter messaged me today to tell me I have lived 27,365 days so far! Where did all those days go?

It seems a lot longer when you view your life as days rather than years!

It’s pretty amazing to think about, and so inspired the thoughts for this poem.

Posted in November 2016, Tanka

In the USA

Flag of the USA
Hush over the land

Humanity and Nature

Seeming to be on hold

Flag hangs silently waiting

Who? Will our next leader be?

Tanka

I am feeling a heavy stillness in the air today. No wind at all. Our Flag hangs silently. It’s eerie. It’s almost like nature and mankind are holding their breath awaiting this Election Day outcome. I shall pray and trust in God for His will to be done on earth as it is in heaven.