This Poem is a Globe, a Drop, and a Book

This poem is a spinning globe

This poem is a raindrop on a leaf

This poem is a book

This poem spins the world we know

making us all a little dizzy

This poem defines each country

with colors that blur together

as it spins, creating a new world

This poem is a colorful globe

This poem is a raindrop that sits on

a leaf waiting for the sun to embrace it

to lift it into the sky, send it away

and let it fall again in field or forest

This poem is a patient raindrop

This poem is a book of words

trapped between covers until opened

by some lover who sets them free

carries them like a bouquet

and bestows them on friends and strangers

This poem is a bouquet of words

This poem is a globe of many colors

This poem is a traveling raindrop

This poem is a book of flowers

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Boomerang Poem form challenge by Hannah

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Hope Survives

Auschwitz-Birkenau
Auschwitz-Birkenau

A beast roars and

People cowar but do not

Lose themselves

Young, old, rich, poor

United in stripes

Held together by faith

Trusting in unseen forces

Hope hanging on barbed wire

sweep – a Haiku

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I was excited to find three small, black swallowtail caterpillars on the dill in my garden last week. By Friday there was only one and on Saturday  that one was gone too. The cycle of life, sigh.

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striped caterpillar
swept away by feathered foe
nature provides fare

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Stone Mason

The Great Wall of China
The Great Wall of China

I built a wall around you to
keep you safe to
protect you
from imagined dangers
I built it longer –
others could look but
not touch your beauty or
feel your tenderness
could not hear the song in
your soul or taste the
lusciousness of you
I built it higher –
you withered
you grew suspicious
and held your secrets close
I built a wall around you and
you seeped out through
fissures cleft by time
until my wall crumbled
and you began to thrive