
Did
You ever
Wonder how
Poets find sleep?
Or what they might think
In those dark night watches?
As they contemplate slumber?
Are their mind’s in calm repose?
How do they enter into somnolence?
Poets count syllables instead of sheep!
Etheree

Did
You ever
Wonder how
Poets find sleep?
Or what they might think
In those dark night watches?
As they contemplate slumber?
Are their mind’s in calm repose?
How do they enter into somnolence?
Poets count syllables instead of sheep!
Etheree

Writer
Shares thoughts
In printed word
Informing, motivating, uplifting, entertaining
Needed
Poet
Creatively expresses
In this world
Poetic imagination through words
Valuable
Elevenie

When I saw the meaning of this poetic form titled “Alouette”, which is French word meaning ‘skylark’ or larks that fly high, .I was excited to try it out as it immediately made me think of the Meadowlark’s that live in the meadow near my home.
I love hearing their beautiful songs and I had thoughts of writing a charming poem about them and their melodies, romantic, lovely, flutelike, glorious, words that inspire and uplift!
Well, upon researching the Meadowlark, I found that their song is sung only to mark their territory! It is not a love song, it is not a glorious song of joy, (as it seems it is when heard) it is just a warning song of sorts, one that let’s other birds know they cannot trespass on the land the lark lives on. So, my dreamy thoughts deflated, I wrote a poem about them as best as I could. 🙂
Information on the Western Meadowlark
Listen to the Song of the Lark
Christmas is a special time for me!
Yet I know for some it may not be.
And so at this time of the year,
When my heart is full of cheer,
I want to also acknowledge you,
Who may not be feeling as I do.
Though my wish is bright and clear,
For a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year,
I want to offer these thoughts too,
Of Happy Holidays and Seasons Greetings to you.
And even for those who don’t celebrate,
I do not hesitate,
To wish you well in all you do,
And offer my thanks to you.
I appreciate all who follow me,
And where ever you may be,
I send my heartfelt greetings,
and hope for many more poetic meetings!
Christmas Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 12-25-13