Floating in the air
So many sounds surrounding
The Listening Ears
Swiftly capture each word
To bring them into the heart
Tanka
We have been created with two ears and one mouth, therefore,
“…be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:” James 1:19 KJV
Hello Miss Kitty
Dressed in your Christmas pretty
Singing a little ditty
All about the the city
Sounds kinda gritty
What a pity
Rhyme
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
The sun envelopes
Bees, birds and squirrels visit
Lazy summer day
Breeze carries children’s laughter
And sounds of the ice cream truck
Tanka
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
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
