dVerse Poets Pub – Poetics: On Wandering & Observing
Early in the Morning
She likes to go for a wander
in the morning – before the sun
heats up the day too much.
She strolls along the fitness trail –
passed easily by joggers and
serious walkers – most listening
to something other than the bird calls.
If she is lucky, she gets to watch a
Great Blue Heron fishing among the reeds
that line the shallow end of a small lake,
or laugh at the Little Blue Herons and Swallows
swoop and dive across the water – as if
playing a game of avian tag.
She often stops to sit quietly, whenever she
comes to a bench, looking for a pair of turtles
that sun themselves on an old log – grateful that
someone thought to provide a perfect
spot to just observe. And that is when she
begins feeling a little sorry for the runners
and fitness walkers who miss out on
the benefits of a good wander.
The poetry Form required is The Fold
Your challenge today toads, is to Let your words FOLD INTO POEMS ABOUT DESTRUCTIVE WEAPONS.
Constraints! The Fold [guidelines]
1. 11 lines
2. The end phrase of Line 1 repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3. The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There MUST be a reference to nature and how it affect you the poet
A Force of Nature
we donned our shoes, our coats, our hats
so she could go on a scavenger hunt
i made a list of natural things in our habitat
“make the list long and try to trick me” – her words to me
the wind was blowing, our noses running, glad we had our hats
the list took her back and forth – up and down – a little hurricane
she searched for lion’s teeth and a big old shrub with cats
i hoped she would soon tire of this chilly game of ours
and we could go inside again – maybe even sit and chat
but she is six and doesn’t tire or mind the cold – I wish we’d
put on gloves and heavy jackets but at least we wore our hats
Not sure if I hit the theme but a six-year old can destroy your heart.
“I Am Made of…” (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly
I am blue ink
and garden dirt
with subtle notes of lavender
I write with my heart
and dig with my muse
to the depths of my very soul
solitude is my friend
my inspiration is silence
mixed with the soft music of nature
Carpe Diem #989 – Oak
under the canopy
prayers of the ancient Druids
swirl around my head
I twirl and pirouette in
a choreography all
my own accompanied
by music unheard by
down below I see
you peering up at me
in awe of my
Today in the Garden, Hannah has us thinking about the awesome natural world.
Day 9 – Transforming With Nature’s Wonders
My hiking boots were well worn, scuffed and muddy. With each step along the Appalachian Trail I could feel the footsteps of those who had hiked before me.
I had no illusions about my abilities. I would not be a thru-hiker, or a day- hiker, only a few-hours hiker. The section I chose was fairly level but wound through ancient hardwood forests. The air was cooled by the leafy canopy above, perfumed by native plants in the understory. The sun stubbornly pushed its way through the green ceiling. Birds chirped and small animals skittered through the pungent leaf litter on the ground. No other hiker passed by and I walked on in silence, adding my footprints to history.
shines through leafy canopy
lace on the trail
Transforming with Nature’s wonders at Real Toads
Kikobun at Carpe Diem