confession:
sweets are my struggle
today I
ate three rolls
of Smarties ~ the Giant kind
(that’s no small matter)……
Confession Shadorma
Make No Mistake: A Demi Sonnet
make no mistake about it as you look
it’s not because she covered herself up
nor that she was the prettiest of all
her mental illness drove them to decide
to pay for extra pictures on the side
those prom night pages in her old yearbook
backfired and fed a monster princess crook
June Haiku
hummingbird chimes glow
neon helix in night sky
angels make music
Demi-Sonnet for a Summer Night
fairy lights twinkle in summertime trees
night magic sparkles on firefly green leaves
darkness of black sky sets stage for the stars
evening’s cool blanket, reprieve from the heat
front porch swing beckoning rest for sore feet
chamomile tea welcomes day’s end with peace
myth’s constellations: such stories they weave
A Demi Sonnet for Jessie
Jessie
her servant’s heart embraced their broken hope
her gentle spirit wielded toughest love
such prayerful presence resurrecting souls
her intercessions strong on their behalf
(and even in their healing, they could laugh)
in restoration, re-learned how to cope
with Jessie‘s guiding wisdom from above
June Gift Basket
If I were giving
you a gift basket
I’d make it a summertime sensation!
you’d receive
a skin-safe clean sunscreen
to keep you scorch-free and silky
a pair of sunglasses with readers
to soften the sunbeams
and a splishy
lightweight water tumbler
to saturate your senses
a basket sure
to make a splash !
For Whom the Bell Dongs: A Demi Sonnet
he’s a musical pirate, stealing songs
deceitful melodies some will believe
are his own original lyrics, tuned
spun from a true heart (yet nothing more fake)
these parroted words served up like spice cake
come all who’ll listen: for whom the bell dongs
this sheep in swiped robe is out to deceive
The Wood Thrush ~ A Demi Sonnet
against the backdrop of clear cut pine trees
their homes have all fallen, logs now piled high
it gutted my soul as I mourned for their loss
from one lone hardwood tree left standing tall
the song of a wood thrush brings hope to all
proclaims resilience, brings me to my knees
its gratitude praise song raised to the sky
A Letter to a Place
One of last month’s prompts from Georgia Heard’s Tiny Writing Calendar was Letter to a Place. I am using the tiny Shadorma form (3-5-3-3-7-5) today to revisit this tiny writing topic.
her pen moves
across the paper ~
a letter
written to
the place of her family
roots ~ Goodbye, it says
The Forecast
Today’s poem is a Demi-Sonnet, which consists of 7 lines and either slant rhyme or rhyme in a pattern of ABCDDAB. Last month, I had a visit from a Chuck Will’s Widow (they sound like whippoorwills) as the tree farm was being clear cut. Our Loblolly pines are becoming telephone poles, and the birds that were here have all moved on to trees on other farms.
The Forecast
Chuck Will’s Widow forecasts gloom
from atop the Loblolly pines
some say they’re spirits standing guard
there in the darkness of the night
have you seen one? an eerie sight!
but which side should prepare for doom?
she’s perched between two property lines……
Common Threads 