New Born

Tiny hands,
Tiny feet
Rosebud mouth,
Face so sweet,
Delicately wrought,
Leaves me awed,
Created with love
In the image of God.

CLA

Poetry Playing: Day 20
prompt: hands & feet

It’s National Poetry Month. Write a poem — or two!

This first poem is one completed from half-formed ideas and notes I wrote in 2007 on my first visit to Friday Harbor. I had just spent 10 years in Las Vegas, the land of blowing dirt and gray concrete. I never finished the poem because it was missing something. Nessa’s Poetry Playing prompt helped me tie it all together.

Change

Hello Friday Harbor
Evergreen trees
Sea Breeze
No more hot, dry wind.
Blue skies
Gull cries
No more angry, flashing sirens.
Soul’s rest
Pacific Northwest
Good-bye Las Vegas.

CLA

Poetry Playing: Day 18
prompt: hot, dry wind

For Amoeba

You take my hand
As we walk down the street,
Or reach to touch me
When we sit side-by-side,
And without words
You let me know
I am loved.

CLA

Poetry Playing: Day 19
prompt: romantic love

It’s National Poetry Month. Write a poem — or two!

The Pacific Northwest

Walk the shore with me
‘neath the towering Douglas Fir
where sharp wood resins fill my senses.
Tempered by a soft sea breeze,
moist earth, a salty tang, and
crisp, cold air.
This is the flavor of home.

CLA

Poetry Playing: Day 17
prompt: things you smell, fragrances or odors

It’s National Poetry Month. Write a poem — or two!

Flower Fairies

Fairies flit among the flowers
sprinkled through the grass.
I lift my camera
click
click
click
A look at the photos reveal
beautiful flowers
and perhaps a tiny shimmer
where magic exists.

CLA

Poetry Playing: Day 16
prompt: fairies or sprites

It’s National Poetry month. Write a poem — or two!