Posted in Cinquain

Sights and Sounds of Freedom

Fireworks

Freedom

Hearing its sound

Seeing it in the sky

Red white and blue rules the night

Tonite

Cinquain

Tonight my neighborhood is abounding with fireworks, it seems everyone around me has some kind of noisemakers going off and lighting up the sky.

I think it’s more abundant this year because all our big fireworks shows were cancelled because of Covid, so more people bought their own to shoot off at home.

I enjoy it all to a point, as I am all for celebrating the freedoms we have and am very grateful for them, but when it goes on and on until all hours of the night then I have to say enough is enough and it’s getting quite close to the midnight hour right now, so I am about to say “Enough!” 😊

Posted in Haiku

Spring Sights, Sounds and Smells

Yellow Daffodil

Green shoots popping up,

Patches of yellow abound,

Spring has come again!

Haiku

I felt like Chicken Little today as everywhere I went I kept saying “ Spring is here! Spring is here!”

It may not say Spring yet on the calendar but it was very present all around my area today.

I was seeing patches of yellow daffodils in my neighbors yards and green shoots of more to come soon, hearing birds singing and lawnmowers humming, smelling fresh cut grass and enjoying the bright sunshine! What a delightful change from the damp, dark, cold days of winter!

Yes, Spring weather is here and I am enjoying every moment of it!

Posted in Double Butterfly Cinquain, September 2019

Simultaneous Sights and Sounds

Sunset

Last night

The sun painted

The western sky orange red,

While fingers plucked harp strings

Inside.

Soothing sounds enveloped my ears,

Drowning out the darkness

Of reality

Outside.

A home

Just blocks away,

While my ears heard sweet words,

Others were being torn apart

Inside,

As the blackness of a cold heart,

Unleased its bitterness,

Drowning a soul

In tears.

Double Butterfly Cinquain

Posted in July 2019, Syllabic Verse

Scent-A-Mental Memories

Our Old House 1959
Our Old House 1959

My childhood alarm clock was varied, often ‘twas
Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.
Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum peculator,
A signal it was five am and mom was awake,
Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.
I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets,
Knowing I have another hour before I hear
Dad’s voice calling, “Leona! Time to get up.”
Those sounds, smells and sights are now memories
Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.

Syllabic Verse

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

Posted in April 2019, NaPoWriMo 2019, Syllabic Verse

Scent-A-Mental Memories

Aluminum Percolator

My childhood alarm clock was varied, often twas

Waking to the sound and smell of coffee perking.

Blurp, blurp, goes the old aluminum percolator,

A signal it was five am and mom was awake,

Bustling about the kitchen, making toast with jam.

I snuggle under the fresh smelling sheets and blankets

Knowing I have another hour before I hear

Dad’s voice calling,“ Leona! Time to get up!”

Those sounds, smells,and sights are now memories

Of carefree days in my Illinois country home.

Syllabic Verse

#NaPoWriMo 2019–Day 13–Off Prompt

Posted in August 2018, Haiku

Floral Abundance

Abundance of flowers

Summertime scents

A feast for the the senses

Bushels of color

Haiku

While on a walk this evening I saw this beautiful amazing yard filled with flowers everywhere! It was just bursting with color and fragrance. I had to stop and snap a pic of one of the “bushels” of flowers.