Often when I make the drive into work, I hit the traffic lights randomly, sometimes they are red, sometimes green, rarely are they ever just one or the other, but today, it seemed every one was red. That caused me to think that perhaps I was supposed to be stopping to think about something or maybe use this extra pause time to form a poem in my head.
Well, so it was….:)
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Looking back upon
This day that’s soon to be gone
I give thanks for life
Senryu
Leona J. Atkinson 01-20-14
On this day, in the morn,
Fourty short years ago,
A tiny child was born.
On this day in the morn,
The title Mom was first worn,
And I was all aglow,
On this day in the morn,
Fourty short years ago.
Triolet
September 21, 1973,
Was quite a special day for me.
It was a day like no other,
For that’s when I first became a mother.
Rhyme
Leona J. Atkinson 09-21-13
Happy 40th Birthday to my daughter!
September
The Eleventh
We all remember this day
We shall never forget to remember
9 11
Cinquain
Leona J. Atkinson 09-11-13
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 