Posted in April 2015, Metaphor, NaPoWriMo 2015

The Reader

little girl reading sitting in a pink chair, Metaphor poem
Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015
(clipart from clker.com-repurposed in PS by Leona J. Atkinson)

NaPoWriMo–Day 13–Metaphor poem

I enjoyed this challenge of writing my first Metaphor poem, for I liked the memory it brought.
The poem is actually about me.  When I was a little girl.  I used to sit in a big comfy chair (actually mine was red at that time, but later in life I did actually have a big pink wing-backed chair.)
I would sit for hours in the living room and read,
and dream of faraway places, and imagine I was on a flying carpet!  Books really can take you places!  🙂  Fun memory!

Posted in February 2015, Quatern

In the Midst of the Mist

In-the-Midst-of-the-Mist  Quatern poem
Original Poetry and Photograph by Leona J. Atkinson ©2015

It always amazes me how our mind can get carried away when we can’t see things clearly or how our imaginations begin to flow when we come upon the unexpected or unexplained.  “In the Midst of the Mist”  is an imaginary story that shows us the importance of not letting ourselves get overcome by fear, or letting our emotions get out of control, by imagining things that may not be true, just because we can’t see the whole picture clearly. 

Posted in Freedom-July 2013, Rhyme

Not Carefree

In my imagination,
I see a day that’s red light free.
No stopping or starting,
Just cruising happily.
I’d reach my destination,
So very easily,
If I had nothing in the way,
To bring delay to me.
Yet life is not that simple,
And in true reality.
A few red lights are always needed,
To make me stop and see,
That often an interruption,
Becomes a great possibility.
One which could be missed,
by living a green light fantasy.

Leona J. Atkinson
07-09-13