Posted in Tanka

Keeping Busy

Flowers created from recyclables

Limited resources,

Boredom, time to spare,

Creativity reigns.

New garden art on display,

Pretty way to recycle.

Tanka

Today I was working on creating some yard art from things I had on hand. I like to make useful items from things that normally get thrown away or recycled so I have been trying to find things to make with the plastic bottle caps from my water bottles and also aluminum cans. The photo posted is some of the flowers created today that when finished will go outside in my back yard.

Posted in November 2019, Rhyme

Inspiration Is:

reach for the sky, sky, boy on ladder reaching

Inspiration is an impulse to try something new.
A revelation that your life’s work isn’t through.
A thought that stimulates an action,
Spurring you by stimulating traction.

Arousing a notion, increasing your might,
Inspiration awakens you in the night
To new possibilities.
It’s the brainchild of capabilities.

A spark that lights a flame,
It changes the same, reorders the game,
Illuminates the path to find your muse,
Unleashing creativity without excuse.

It may come as a flash, creating a rumble,
Causing the mundane to fall and crumble,
Awakening a vision, encouraging a dream,
Inflating your diminished self esteem.

Often it’s a whim, a hunch, an insight,
An idea that seems to just sound right.
A brainstorm that threatens your complicity,
Calling you revive an old ability.

It motivates you to flights of fancy,
Soaring to heights that may be chancy,
Yet elevating you to live in rife,
And experience an enthusiasm for life!

Rhyme

Posted in June 2019, Syllabic Verse

Blessings

Rocks painted by me and my grand-daughter
Rocks painted by me and my grand-daughter

Smile! Imagine Peace.

You Matter. Breathe.

Be Happy! And Dream.

Have Faith and Hope

Syllablic Verse

My grand-daughter and I had a “painting day” together today. We had fun painting inspirational rocks to put in my rock garden.

She was very creative and imaginative and turned two of the rocks into a horse face! 😊

Posted in January 2019, Triolet

Where’s Normal?

Multicolored leaves

No Normal doesn’t live here

Guess it really never did

So don’t wait for it to appear

No normal doesn’t live here

And tis a word you’ll not hear

From this quite abnormal kid

No normal doesn’t live here

Guess it really never did

Triolet

#IArtDaily Day 25 Prompt: “Normal”, doesn’t live here anymore.

Embracing the abnormality of the creative life which is often unconventional, unusual, unique, and never mediocre.

Although I most often use forms in my poetry, I think the abnormality in it is that it many times it isn’t true conformity, and for me that’s ok because it’s my own take on traditional that’s abit irregular