Rain is wet like water,
Not so hard as ice,
Not so hot my hand gets hot,
Messy, mostly nice.
The Sun thinks clouds are funny.
They block the warmth of day
Making fantasies up high–
Carousels turn in the sky–
Friendly, flowing play.
Text: Linked to dVerse Poetics. Lillian is hosting and the theme is to put a positive spin on “rain”, “rein” or “reign”. I am also linking this to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt. Come join us in writing for these prompts.
Photo: Sue Vincent provided the photo for the #writephoto prompt.
What’s neither dry nor frozen hard
Makes circles red with bliss
And green takes form to guide and guard
Linked to Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason Day 18 regarding Jim Harrison’s quote preferring to move water than ice.
Linked also to Jilly’s August Challenge. Consider this the first 4 lines of a 8 line common meter poem.
Photo: “Indoor Plant” by the author linked to Floral Friday Fotos.
Yellows aim so all can see.
Wind flips them about.
Greens believe they cannot fail.
They motivate no doubt.
Purples, whites and reds proclaim:
“Sail your colors high!”
Green below greets blue above
To praise fresh evening sky.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Kim of writinginnorthnorfolk.com hosts with the theme of strong verbs about landscapes. Come join us!
Photo: “Wild Blooming”, above, and “Summer Flowers”, the collage below, by the author.
At first you sense a peaceful, cooler green
Than jealousy can fake within its eyes,
And then a calmer red with no disguise
That anger has to wear when it is seen.
When blue becomes delightful, sparkling bright,
Beyond what reason’s ramblings can achieve,
Then violet turns away from time and leaves
You knowing there’s no need to fear the night.
Linked to dVerse Poetics hosted by Michelle (Mish) with prompt: “Write a poem about something abstract using one or more senses”.
Photo: “Colorful” by the author. The photo was taken at the Chicago Botanic Garden.
I’ll cartoon all the things we do.
I’ll place me by your side.
I’ll make some funny jokes for you.
Together we will hide
Until you ride away from me
And freedom says we’re through.
Though speckled green with jealousy
My happy skies stay blue.
Linked to dVerse Meet the Bar with Expressionism hosted by Björn Rudberg.
The “I” in the poem is fictional. However, I kind of like to think this is how I would behave.
The sky is as blue as it’s sweet
And the birds up above love to tweet
And the grass is as green
As this limerick’s clean
Bathed in sky from its head to its feet.
Photo by Frank Hubeny, “A Flow of Green Hearts”