Within a pumpkin patch we find, A young and malleable mind. With questions that run as deep, As an endless imagination is wide. Oh to slow down and partake, In a simple game of fanciful thought. To relish in the sheer size of this pumpkin patch, And walk beyond a solid reference. Into what could … Continue reading In A Pumpkin Patch- Michael Erickson
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I Know This River, By Donna Matthews
Let's experiment with a poetry form called the Rondel...I Know This River is #41 in this collection I'm calling, very simply, 100+ Poetic Forms.
Laugh, Sweet Harmony- Michael Erickson
Speak to me of harmony, As we step from the road of what was reality. Into a living, breathing furnace, Where milk and honey flow. As if time itself forgot to tick, And all of these counted moments mesh to one. Harmony exists in each broken twig, Connections flowing between rounded rock. And the world … Continue reading Laugh, Sweet Harmony- Michael Erickson
Who I’ll Create Today, By Donna Matthews
Let's experiment with a poetry form called the Rondeau...Who'll I Create Today is #40 in this collection I'm calling, very simply, 100+ Poetic Forms.
As the day fades – Eugenia
sunrise morning’s glory sapphire sky adazzle a wondrous feeling of brilliance at dawn sunset day’s light waning horizon all aglow as nightfall nears we await the evenfall © Eugenia Hoffman Eugenia enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for Eugenia to … Continue reading As the day fades – Eugenia
Magnolia Tree- Michael Erickson
In the midst of summer my heart stirs for spring, With its promise of summer to be. Oh energy of a growing world, How my inspiration does flow. Now amidst the dry summer heat, And battle for survival intensifies. Cracked earth do I walk upon, And dust swirls as life faces mounting odds. I seek … Continue reading Magnolia Tree- Michael Erickson
Remember Knowing, By Donna Matthews
Let's experiment with a poetry form called the Rime Couee...
In This Grandfather Garden- Michael Erickson
Follow the laughter of this babbling brook, As we step from our busy road of life. Upon carefully laid stones, Wreathed by soft thyme and lavender. Wipe the dullness from your tired eyes, And bask in the cool green air about us. You are now in the Grandfather Garden, Where peace dwells among the lilac … Continue reading In This Grandfather Garden- Michael Erickson
Peace Be, By Donna Matthews
Let's experiment with a poetry form called the Rimas Dissolutas...
A Majestic Machine, By Donna Matthews
Let's experiment with a poetry form called the Quatern...
