Category: Poems of Garden Gnomes

My Almost Masterpiece

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My Almost Masterpiece

 

How do I know just when to stop
When one more stroke would be too much
Or do I need to shade and crop?

I turn the bottom to the top
A little trick – it’s not a crutch
How do I know just when to stop?

Add cobalt blue to make it pop
Titanium white – a tiny touch
Or do I need to shade and crop?

Paint out the extra still life prop
Then add another pear or such
How do I know just when to stop?

Put down the brush now, let it drop
Release it from my desperate clutch
Or do I need to shade and crop?

Walk away, my canvas swap
Before I change it overmuch
How do I know just when to stop?
Or do I need to shade and crop?

 

On This Rainy Day

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On This Rainy Day – a Pantoum (I think)

just one color on this rainy day
the sky a rooftop of smokey slate
my bed is where I wish to stay
forget appointments or show up late

the sky a rooftop of smokey slate
trees and bushes a shade of gray
forget appointments, show up late
read a book, brew some Earl Grey

trees and bushes a shade of gray
chocolate cake upon a plate
read a book, brew some Earl Grey
a lazy day to appreciate

chocolate cake upon a plate
my bed is where I wish to stay
a lazy day to appreciate
just one color on this rainy day

 

bet you never expected …

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Expect the Unexpected –
from Poems of Garden Gnomes

I’m way behind on this prompt -*blush*

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bet you never expected …

this better-late-than-never poem
this hit-the-snooze-button-
once-too-often poem
this poem with really good intentions
but poor follow through
this bowed-head-
bouquet-of-roses-
seeking-forgiveness poem
this hope-it’s-not-too-late-
to-play poem
standing here, blushing

Red Dress

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END OF THE LINE – Garden Gnomes  are turning things upside down. We are to start a new poem using the ending line from a poem written by someone else. Nice challenge, this.
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A Poem Starting With An Ending Line From Henry Carlile

only a woman in a red dress
and tearful eyes
standing in a room full of
black-clad mourners
can teach us how to grieve boldly
yet still hold on the tenuous thread
that binds us to this world

~
using the last line from “The Cardinal” by Henry Carlile

My Tall Lamp

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Poems of Garden Gnomes – THAT AIN’T RIGHT!
What is just out of reach of your left hand? – it is the stuff of poems (written by garden gnomes)

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My Tall Lamp

 

it does not care who
needs its glow or why
it shines its 60 watts
for anyone who asks
and does not judge or
criticize it spreads its
incandescent warmth
on my blank page
chasing shadows from
my thoughts and erasing
the darkness from a
moonless night

MIGRATION

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The Garden Gnomes are writing Fall Acrostics today

 

MIGRATION

Maybe someday
I will understand the mystery of the
Great migration – when
Raptors and geese
And swallows heed some ancient
Tocsin to leave behind the Northern autumn
In search of warmer rays in the South
One day maybe I will follow them
Never to return

Praying for Rain

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Praying for Rain

I pray for rain – a fervent
supplication for
heavy, driving rain to wash
away my tears
I pray for clouds to reign
in the sky – blotting out
all traces of the sparkling sun
a grayness covering the memory
of your smile
I pray for thunder that rumbles
rattling windows and shaking
my soul until it becomes numb
and I can trudge onward
I pray for winds to whip and toss
my sorrow into tatters – small
pieces that can be endured
one at a time
I pray for the calm that follows
a storm where my grief can
learn to live

Just Us

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PUT A LITTLE LOVE IN YOUR HEART…
Who doesn’t love Garden Gnomes
~
Just Us

It started like a bonfire
burning wildly in the night
threatening to become
uncontrollable, dangerous
a conflagration
consuming us both
but we held tight – wouldn’t
let go until the flame became
our friend, warming us
comforting us, drawing us close
and now that flame burns steadily
a constant glow
lighting the dark places
a beacon to guide us home
a fire that will not die
as long two hearts beat