Who is my Family?
Step
back to the past.
Find
the way of the ancestors,
Grand Spirit Guides.
Riddle#24 Who is My Family?
21 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
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Even Though the Whole World is Burning
20 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
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Please try this marvelous video about poet laureate : W S Merwin:
http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/even-though-the-whole-world-is-burning
Riddle#23 Sacred
19 Apr 2013 1 Comment
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Sacred
The bass is sacred
swimming swiftly
like a streak;
free to be
silver-
gills a-sparkle!
Riddle#22 Happiness
19 Apr 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: bubbles, effervescent, fleeting, giggles, happiness, hiccups, illustration, metonymy, pantoum, rainbow, random, riddle, rote, trouble
My first Pantoum:
A verse form consisting of a series of quatrains in which the second and forth lines of each verse are repeated as the first and third lines of the next.
Verse composed using metonymy.
Happiness is fleeting
Soap bubbles pop!
Giggles get itchy
Hiccups won’t stop.
Soap bubbles pop
Fleeting rainbow floats;
Hiccups won’t stop:
They’re random, then rote.
Fleeting rainbow floats
Popping in your face;
They’re random , then rote
Effervescent space.
Popping in your face
Is happiness bubble,
Effervescent space
On a planet of trouble.
Riddle#21 Darkness
18 Apr 2013 Leave a comment
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Still the darkness sings its song:
Slow, gentle, silhouettes
Etch to dusk, coil o’er eyelids
Shadowed feasts; weathered fetes.
This poem is a response to a prompt from David Harrison:
New challenge from J. Patrick Lewis: “In the lives of . . . “
Riddle#20 Fickle Spring
17 Apr 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: blue, crocus, earth, fickle Spring, flakes, laugh, moon, riddle, snow Austerlitz, vernal equinox
it
was
vernal
equinox:
snow in Austerlitz:
blue flakes laugh at crocus shoots, blue
with cold, not dew; fickle Spring, fickle earth, fickle moon.
Riddle#19 Bike Trails
16 Apr 2013 4 Comments
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Bike Trails
Let’s get the little ones shredding!
Tearing up roots, gathering fagots,
Sweeping with branches, leaves and debris.
Beckoning pathways for bikes, ATVs.
Tearing up roots, gathering fagots,
Mitten-ed hands scoop them up swiftly
Break off the icicles crisply.
Sweeping with branches, leaves and debris.
Working construction so all can now see
The free-styling pathway country.
Beckoning pathways for bikes, ATVs.
Temples of trees making way for the speed;
Backyard flow tracks for the bucks and the steeds!
Hair Color
15 Apr 2013 1 Comment
in Family Tags: black, blue, brown, Crayola Box, fir for Queen, green, hair color, imagination, mirror clue, red
Jan Hutchinson has been delighting us with daily prompts for Poetry Month. Today’s poem should sound like a child wrote it.
“Your hair is red,
Your hair is black;
I see it now as blue.
Soon we’re back
To brown and then
Your hair is green:”
Crayons in Crayola Box!
Hair color fit for Queen!
( I scrutinize the roots for a mirror clue;
But find none, save: imagination!)
Riddle #15 Fruity
14 Apr 2013 1 Comment
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Fruity
Someone called me :
“Fruity”
today.
Did he see my core?
Or tender skin?
Reflection in the light?
Dwarfed stem?
Snappy bites to offer?
Juices flowing?
Sap?
Kinship with my seeds?
Fallen from a tree?
Or me: different?
An adventure in discovery?
Riddle#14 The Future
13 Apr 2013 4 Comments
in Family Tags: belonging, caring, daily dabs, furure, hues, imaginary painting, lens, prism, rainbow, reflects, vibrate, white light
The Future
The lens of my eye
sees white:
a prism of all colors
of the rainbow:
white light.
Imagination
sees
mixed colors:
hues that move my soul:
vibrate
with
belonging.
All
I have been given
reflects:
tiny acts of caring,
daily dabs
of rainbow.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 