Posted in Cinquain

Memories

“Laundry Day” paper collage by Leona J. Atkinson 2020
“Laundry Day” paper collage by Leona J. Atkinson 2020

At times

Memories surface

Arising from a sight,

Sound or smell, and “Remember when…”

We say

Cinquain

I just took an online class to create this “Laundry Day” collage and it sure did cause me to recall many memories of the times spent hanging clothes out on a clothesline when growing up in the 50’s in Illinois.

Posted in Double Choka

Morning Thoughts

Painted rock says Welcome with bird singing

I arose early

But not before the sun

Opening the blinds

Revealed a gray squirrel

Burying his treasures

In my plants, (little rascal)

As the coffee perked

I watched events unfold

Sleep would’ve hidden from me

Maintenence man

Digging up the dead bushes

In my back yard

Birds chattering at stray cat

Cars passing by as

My little corner of world

Awakens to another

Day of life, unknowing what it

Will bring, we all grasp it with hope

Double Choka

Posted in Triolet

Choices

Crack in sidewalk that looks like a Y or two paths

Two paths lay before me

Where will they lead my feet

If I go left where will I be

Two paths lay before me

If I go right what will I see

I wonder if in the end both will meet

Two paths lay before me

Where will they lead my feet

Triolet

Posted in Choka

Yesterday’s Sunshine

Yesterday’s sunshine,

Was washed away overnight.

Rain clouds now I see.

What difference a day makes!

Things change so quickly.

Moments turn to memories,

Reminding me to:

Capture the sunny days,

Before they fade away.

Choka

Yesterday was 72 degrees, sunny, no wind, and a wonderful day to be outside in nature. Today is 52 degrees, rainy, chilly and cloudy. A great day to huddle inside and read or write.

Therefore, I am thankful I was able to capture some of yesterday’s sunshine in the video above as I happened to be outside in the right place at the right time! 😊

This video is now delightful to watch on this rainy cloudy chilly day that has arrived. Hope it brightens your day also wherever you may be.

Posted in Triolet

In My Shoes

Paper collage shoes
Paper Collage “Shoes” by Leona J Atkinson 2020

While walking thru life in these shoes

I saw things I didn’t want to see

Came upon things I didn’t choose

While walking thru life in these shoes

I walked away from things I hated to lose

Stood firm when when I wanted to flee

While walking thru life in these shoes

I saw things I didn’t want to see

Triolet

Yes, many things I’ve seen and done in my 75 years, but nothing has quite been like what I am seeing and experiencing now during this virus.

I pray all our shoes will stand strong so that we will all be walking away from this time in our lives healthy and free to really live life again in a world that is free from this terrible disease.

Posted in Cinquain

Hearts in My Path

Heart shape on blacktop in parking lot
Heart shape on blacktop in parking lot

Heartprints

Everywhere

Left by those who care

Mean more than fingerprints or

Footprints

Cinquain

( I was surprised to see another heart shape in my path today as I walked thru the parking lot at my local grocery store. This one was just a dry patch in the wet blacktop, not sure how it came to be there but it caught my eye. The last heart shape I saw a couple weeks ago in the parking lot was created from gum or candy I think. Just amazing that I keep seeing these heart shapes in my path. Looks like someone is leaving heartprints! 😊 )

Reminds me of the beautiful poem I posted below by an Unknown Author . It’s titled “Heartprints”


Heartprints

Whatever our hands touch – we leave fingerprints!

On walls, on furniture, doorknobs, dishes, books – there’s no escape!

As we touch we leave our identity.

Oh God, wherever I go today, help me leave heartprints!

Heartprints of compassion, of understanding and love,

Heartprints of kindness and genuine concern.

May my heart touch a lovely neighbor, or a runaway daughter

or an anxious mother, or perhaps even a friend.

Lord, send me out today to leave heartprints.

And if someone should say “I felt your touch”,

May that one sense YOUR LOVE

Touching them through ME!

Author: Unknown

Posted in March 2019, Nonet

Marching

Basking in the warmth of her sunshine

I walked awhile with March

Dreaming of hot summer days

Until she led me through a glen

Where winds blew cold

Thru shaded trees

Where Winter

Hid Spring’s

Smile

Nonet

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade. —Charles Dickens