They all were aiming the same way
Though wild they’re organized.
They chattered some. What did they say?
I’d likely be surprised.
Underneath I watched the sky.
Two droppings were well placed.
Some of them thought they should fly.
One dropping missed my face.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge with the theme “Look Up”.
Also linked to Trent P. McDonald’s The Weekly Smile. What made me smile was my own foolishness to stand for an unnecessarily long period of time underneath those birds. It gave some of them enough time for target practice.
Linked to dVerse Quadrille. Kim from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting with the word “wild”.
It’s good that all those deeds I’ll never do
Won’t block me as I struggle to obey.
It’s good as well, though harder to accept,
That what I do get done’s forgiven, too.
That leaves the doing. May that ever stay
Removing clouds that darken sunny day.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I will be hosting tomorrow, Thursday afternoon, with the topic of soliloquies. Think of them as talking to oneself while permitting the audience to overhear. I wrote this example of a soliloquy in iambic pentameter although any style would be acceptable for the prompt.
With roaring emotions fresh troubles may start.
Soaring of insight warms a cold heart.
Decide how this moment’s most fittingly spent.
The iron of anger with kindness is bent.
Doors opened outward bring shivers and cold,
But sunlight, bright sunlight, though cloudy stays bold.
Linked to K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge where the prompt is “Outer Cold, Inner Warmth: The Comforts in Your Life”.