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Secrets
They think that I have been left behind
to do this menial task, as if being
punished for being a women.
They think their comings and goings
make them more important than
a woman who stays at home
But they don’t know the power I posses,
and wonder why, at the end of the day,
their feet are sore and blistered
–
Inspired by A Month’s Darning (1876) painted by Enoch Wood Perry
In response to the prompt at NaPoWriMo.net
Almost There – and an Early-Bird Prompt
Spring Again
Next week it will be Spring
again
the crocus and daffodils that waited beside the
tulips
for the slanting sun rays to warm the earth
will bloom
and dull winter birds will put on their best feathers
looking
for mates and building nests, never doubting miracles
like hope
Not Alone
I am never really alone
Sometimes
I hear the call of geese
passing
overhead as they migrate North or South, or feel a
breeze
as it brushes the trees. They wave to me and
whisper
the secrets of the forest, of birds, of beasts,
of you
* Waltmarie Poetic Form-
10 line poem, any subject, even numbered lines are 2 syllables and form their own poem when read separately. Odd lines are longer with no specific syllable count.
d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille: swift
Little Birds
The naturalists call them Swifts –
because they are
And the blue jays are blue
Black capped chickadees wear
close fitting black caps
Little birds with names to help
us recognize them
What shall I call the lonely bird
That perches in my heart?
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