Posted in Cinquain, March 2014

Sleep Writing

In sleep
My mind writes verse
I wish I could capture
Such beautiful poetic lines
Awake

Cinquain
Leona J. Atkinson. 03-25-14

Tonight I fell asleep before writing my poem to post. I kept dreaming of poems and writing some in my sleep. Yet, when I woke up I could not remember any of them. I wish I could have,  as in my dreams they seemed to be very good. Thus, the reason I wrote this poem.

 

 

Posted in Ekphrastic Poetry, November 2013, November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2013, Ode--Irregular, Rhyme

An Ode to an Old Friend

The Pink ChairYou sat there with me, in good times and bad,
Sometimes you were the closest friend, in the natural, that I had.
You supported me when I needed to weep, and
You often held me until I fell asleep.
With you, I would spend time, either alone or with family,
thinking, praying, reading, studying or just dreaming about a future journey.
You always went with me each time I moved,
and because of you my life much improved.
I’d curl up so cozily in your place,
and God would meet me in that space.
He’d talk to me in my head, or remind me in His word, of things He’d said.
It was with you that I learned so many things,
about how to reach out and share my blessings.
You were always there to comfort and hold,
even though you were becoming very old.
Your age made you look a bit worn out,
but in your ability to stand firm I did not doubt.
But then the time came that I had to let you go,

How I’d manage without you, I did not know.
At that time I no longer had the room nor space,
And I let you go on to another place.
Someone else took you in for their own,
and I am sure gave you a great new home.
But I just wanted to tell you that I miss you so,
and wish I wouldn’t have had to let you go.
It may sound funny, but it is oh, so true,
Old Pink Chair, I really miss you !

Ode-Irregular—Ekphrastic Poem
Leona J. Atkinson  11-11-13

Posted in Freedom-July 2013, Rhyme

An Early Morning Visitor

Morning_Visitor

Caw! Caw! Caw!
He said,
while perching on my deck.

Standing tall,
He raised his head,
Caw! Caw! Caw!

This unwelcome visitor
awoke and rousted me from bed.
Caw! Caw! Caw!

Other places he could land.
He chose my deck instead.
Caw! Caw! Caw!

Loudly, boldly,
His voice pled,
Caw! Caw! Caw!

Then he was gone.
Into the meadow he fled.
Caw! Caw! Caw!

Leona J. Atkinson  07-20-13

 

Posted in NaPoWriMo 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013, #26–A Soul’s Search

It’s late and I am seeking sleep,
Yet all that I can find,
Are “what ifs”, “whys” and questions,
Deep within my mind.
“If only” is my companion,
As I search for needed sleep.
Rest I cannot  find,
As the days troubles I do keep.
Worries weigh upon my heart,
And chase the peace away,
Until I turn to God,
Give it all to Him, and pray.

Leona J. Atkinson
04-26-13