Posted in Acrostic, NaPoWriMo 2020

My Sheltering Place

Couch

Comfortable, cozy cushions

Old fashioned, plump, place

Upholstered in pink flowers

Covered with patterned pillows

Home sweet home’s happy place

Acrostic

#NaPoWriMo Day 2–Prompt: Place

This old couch might be out of style and unattractive to some, but it’s my comfort place and where I often go to relax in the mornings to have my coffee and view the world outside my window.

This is where I often get inspirations for my poetry also.

Sometimes I look at it and can’t believe I purchased it second hand for only $7.00!

It’s a treasure to me and my favorite place, now more than ever since we are in this “shelter in place” time.

Where is your favorite place? Are you able to access it often?

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2020, Reverse Etheree

I Am -Self Portrait

Leona-name Art
Alphabet Art by Leona J. Atkinson

I am my mother’s face in the mirror,

As I speak her favorite quotes

To myself, that “This Too Shall Pass”.

I am dad’s voice echoing,

“Don’t Forget, Smell The Flowers”.

I am God’s Spirit,

Reflecting Him

To the world,

At this

Time.

Reverse Etheree

#NaPoWriMo 2020–Prompt: Self Portrait Poem

This will be the 7th year that I will be participating in #NaPoWriMo April Poetry Poem A Day Challenge.

If you would like to participate also click this link to visit their website:

http://www.napowrimo.net/day-one-2/

Posted in April 2019, Meta poem, NaPoWriMo 2019, Reverse Mirror Cinquain

Poem Dweller

Book with letters flowing out

Today

I live in a dictionary

With words as house mates

We’re building

Together

A poem

Called Meta

Composed of verses

It alphabetically speaks

In words

Reverse Mirror Cinquain/Meta poem

(One definition of Meta is: “pertaining to or noting an abstract, high-level analysis or commentary, especially one that consciously references something of its own type.”)

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 28–Prompt: write a Meta Poem

Posted in April 2019, Choka, NaPoWriMo 2019

Spring Senses

Spring wreath with flowers, bird and butterflies

Waking to the sound

Of a dove’s soft cooing,

My sleepy eyes delight

At sunshine, and the morning

Sounds of baby birds.

Taste awakening anew,

I touch life boldly

Smelling it’s fragrant winds that

Promise new life again.

Choka

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 25–Prompt: write a poem about a specific season using all five senses