despite the chaos
we still have fun together
a loud flock of birds
This poem was inspired by a #writtenriver prompt which you can find on Twitter. I keep waiting for life to calm down and get in a rhythm. I like rhythms, I like routine with short bouts of crazy. But the last two years have been crazy with bouts of routine. I don’t know if life will get calmer, but I am enjoying it. I am enjoying my son and my husband and doing life with people in my community.
birds shrouded in mist
they chirp knowing spring is
but a cloud away
Spring looks like it has already arrived in much of the USA. How does your area look?
my path to joy
swallows dipping in the sky
never a straight line
Today’s prompt was to write about something in nature. I had the image of swallows in my head and wanted to write about that. What do you think?
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birds chirping in the tree
whine of the metro
There was something about the juxtaposition of the sharp chirp of birdsong and the sharp whine of the metro in Washington D.C. The sounds of the metro have stayed with me. I have good hearing and there were times the sounds of the subway were almost deafening.
two blue birds
sing from the green bushes
my hand empty
I like it when I can take a proverb or well-known story and write about it in a different way. I am doing better with staying positive, but it is still an attitude/mindset that is hard to master.
flowers next to tomatoes
to keep away bugs
a fake owl for the birds
but no decoy for squirrels
We were supposed to write about Science today, but I just wasn’t feeling it. This tanka is what I came up with. My post tomorrow will come late in the day. Be sure to follow me on Facebook and Twitter. You can also sign up to follow this blog with your email.
leaving the cellphone inside
so I can hear the birds call
Are you setting limits? When was the last time you unplugged?
Emily seemed to absolutely love birds. I think they are okay, but I think she must have loved them.
Most she touched me by her muteness –
Most she won me by the way
She presented her small figure –
Plea itself – for Charity –
Were a Crumb my whole possession –
Were there famine in the land –
Were it my resource from starving –
Could I such a plea withstand –
Not upon her knee to thank me
Sank this Beggar from the Sky –
But he Crumb partook – departed –
And returned On High –
I supposed – when sudden
Such a Praise began
‘Twas the Winged Beggar –
Afterward I learned
To her Benefactor
Do you ever notice
At the end of the day
As the sun sends out, its last ray
The world’s a little warmer
The colors so bright
At that last light
The greens greener, the reds so red
The birds begin to call
As the night does fall
It’s as if, as the sun dies
It sends out one last spark
So that we might make it through the dark
I hope you all have a good night!
Birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn’t people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them? -Rose Kennedy
Everybody’s got something to be thankful for. Name something that you are thankful for in the comments.
first hard frost is here
the grass, a silver forest
hope the birds have flown
Fall has come again. Time outside is limited, and time itself seems limited as the days grow shorter.
What are you struggling to get done during the day?
Living in the Open
naked trees against the sky
the birds have no where to hide
their nests are bared to the world
like living in a glass house
is this why they fly down south
to hide in the greenery
to love and live in secret
the birds that stayed caw away
they want you to see, no shame
I really do wonder if the leaves falling off of the trees make them realize they have less hiding places.