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
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
Soon
The grass
And the flowers
Will fade away
The lovely sounds
Smells and the sights of summer
Will all be gone from us
But the word of our God will stand
Strong, secure and true forever more
Reverse Nonet
December
Enters bringing
Joyful exuberance
Common days are filled with
Delight
As pleasant sights and sounds abound
And a giving spirit
Enters our hearts
Again
Butterfly Cinquain
In the starry night
Summer Sounds
Cricket seranade
Syllable Lune
The Rainchain
Turns a necessity
Into something so beautiful
Sight and sounds of nature’s tears are captured
By the decorative Rainchain
Elements work together
Naturally
Triquain
Among the tall trees
Upon the Spring breeze
In the branches of the pine
A voice resounds
With soft cooing sounds
Such a melody divine
Alouette
