Would a chickadee in Albany Sing the same refrain As Mississippi chickadees Without a Southern twang? Image was generated by AI powered by DALL-5 3. The Day Twenty-six prompt is to write a poem that involves alliteration, consonance, and assonance.
I feel fury rise within me “You’re just wrong” I want to call out My face aflame My breathing tight Full of righteous rage I feel the goodness rise within me “I wish you peace,” I want to call out My eyes gracious My breathing easy Full of lovingkindness How can rage and kindness both … More Doppelgänger Traits
Not all that breaks can be fixedCookies, crayons and that rare crystal vase Not all that breaks needs to be fixedsilence, rhythm and trains of thought Some things that break can offer lessonsa broken trust, a broken heart Some things that break are better when brokena break in the clouds, a break in a feverspring … More I Will Keep Broken Things
Our dear maple, sturdy, old, and thickleans toward the house not because of windbut to embrace sunlight beyond the roofblocked by the house where we reside Late last winter wet heavy snowsweakened a branch to a breaking pointgood fortune of another branchdirected the fall between housescausing no damage,except of course to the maple She’s a … More Dilemma
I’m writing with a blue ink pen in a cobalt blue notebookbut I’m not blue today Clouds like gloomy sheets of slate may make my morning greybut I’m not blue today No iris buds or lilac scent purple my gardens yetbut I’m not blue today A cardinal alights on a bare oak branch flaunting his … More Not Blue
for Arch D. Smith He shot from a P-38 Lightning fighter planenot bullets after the war was over,armed only with a camera, Rocky shot pictures outside the plane, unprotected looking straight downstrapped under the belly of this repurposed plane He captured in photos the wild terrainthat would later become the largest US stateRocky’s shots mapped … More Pathfinder
Seek water and offer respect know just where you are at all times let tendrils of growth be free in the wind yet be still enough to be an abode for playful children and swings Drape yourself in zephyr’s robes, embrace rain on your branches listen to ripples on your singing lake be in communion … More How to Live Like a Willow
after Jack Johnson Yoga class got cancelledRain clouds lurk aboveI think I’ll stay inside Not doing what I had planned toAnd make banana pancakesI can ’cause I’m retired I’ve got four brown bananasTwo dozen free range eggsAs good a time as anyFor pulling out the griddleInstead of what I planned to doAnd make banana pancakes And … More Banana Pancakes
after Marjorie Saiser I give my love to what has given me scars,arthritis from years of tap-dancing stompsknots on my fingers from decades of writing,each hurt from lost dreams never realized I give my love to what challenges methat complaining woman who shatters my peacea poem with an essence that somehow alludes memy mood swings … More I Give My Love
A vine entwines the elm to weave its leaves into a braid beneath a shade of green spring winds entice the vine to hug the elm in tight embrace A thunderstorm forms crowds of clouds above; deep underground the elm roots spread and hold touching, listening deep through fungal networks conveying hope above to inclined … More Intertwined
Wind Rush 