Posted in January 2019, Syllabic Verse

In the “Doing Den”

Inspiration came

Creativity flowed

Time disappeared

Syllabic Verse

I got the name “Doing Den” from the creators of #iCreateDaily at http://www.icreatedaily.com

I joined their Facebook Group where they post a Prompt a day for 90 days. Today’s Prompt was :”Time disappears into space” which inspired me to write this poem.

#iartdaily

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Posted in December 2015, Haiku

Dreams

“In my morning mind
Wandering thru space and time
Distant sunset red
Haiku–written by Leona J. Atkinson and Bruce L. Reed–12-05-15
at the Christmas in Carlton Festival–Carlton, OR.

Dreams--Oil Painting--Sunset--Haiku
Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson and Bruce L. Reed ©2015

I had an opportunity to write a poem on a canvas that many people had been painting on all day at the “Christmas in Carlton” Festival. The painting was in the booth of Bruce L. Reed, Artist who was displaying his art at the Festival.  He had set up a blank canvas on an easel for people to take a try at painting while visiting his booth.  All were welcome to participate as he said “There are no mistakes in art”.  I declined to paint as I told him I was a writer, not a painter.  He suggested I write a Haiku to put on the painting.  He offered to collaborate and together we came up with the Haiku—his daughter suggested the title to be “Dreams”.  Such a fun day!  Thanks to Bruce L. Reed and Christmas in Carlton for this experience! 🙂

 

Posted in Haiga, Haiku, Haiku Horizons Weekly Prompt, September 2014

An Empty Space?

Haiku about homelessness in Portland, OR
Original Poetry by Leona J. Atkinson ©2014
(Photo courtesy of: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dignity_Village)


Currently there are about 4000 people (men, women, children) who are homeless in Portland, OR.
News reports say the number of homeless children in the US is rising.
This poem was written to raise awareness of the Homelessness in Portland, OR.

Haiku Horizons Weekly Challenge:  Week #31–Prompt: Space

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