Posted in December 2019, Rhyme

Alice’s Underground Undertaking

alice in wonderland
Alice in Wonderland
Took a trip that wasn’t planned
She followed a white rabbit
Who had a bad habit
Met a caterpillar of blue
Who kept asking “Who are YOU?”

Then a Cheshire Cat
Who was quite a diplomat
Befriended Alice for awhile
As he listened, advised and left his smile
Frustrated, Alice saw a table under a tree
Where the Hatter and March Hare were having tea

Treated rudely there, she left upset
And entered the strangest place yet
Numbers were painting roses red
As a Red Queen yelled “Off with her head!”
Suddenly Alice grew tall, she didn’t know why
And the King accused her of being a mile high

He said she had to leave the trial in court
“I won’t” was Alice’s sharp retort
“You’re all just a pack of cards” she said
At that they rose up and fell on her head
Alice beat them off, let out a scream,
And awoke to find it was only a dream.

Rhyme

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 September 2019, Triolet

Abstract or Fact

Two Images of grease on a grill. One original and one digitally enhanced
Original left—Altered right—@Leona J. Atkinson photos 2019

Don’t believe all you see

Things aren’t always as they seem

What looks real may not be

Don’t believe all you see

Could be false or reality

Could be true or just a dream

Don’t believe all you see

Things aren’t always as they seem

Triolet

My mom used to always say “Don’t believe anything you read and only half of what you see”.

I was reminded of this today as I took a photo last night of the left over cooled grease on my grill. I had cooked a hamburger for supper and when I went to clean the grill the grease and bits of leftover cheese had formed an interesting pattern, I thought, so I snapped a picture and just for fun put the image into one of the photo enhancing apps I have to see what would result if I edited it a bit.

The result was quite awesome!

What transformed was somewhat of a celestial looking image I thought. Certainly not something that looked like grease and cheese on a grill! 😊

Goes to show mom was right. Things aren’t always as they seem or look like.

What do you think?

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 April 2019, Ekphrastic Poetry, NaPoWriMo 2019

“The Starry Night”

“The Starry Night” painting by Vincent Van Gogh 1889
“The Starry Night” painting by Vincent Van Gogh in 1889

Down below

We dont really know

What swirls above

And dwells thereof

In that starry night

That lies beyond our sight

Among the clouds of white

Floating in a sea of blue

Are things hidden from our view

We can dream and contemplate

Research, study and debate

Yet we’ll not truly know my friend

Until our life reaches its earthly end

Ekphrastic

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 22–Prompt: write an Ekphrastic Poem