crimson leaves
sparkling, jeweled gowns
for the Fairy Ball Continue reading
Frosty Hats
pink cottage roses
frosty hats at rakish angles
sporting the first frost
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Winter has skated into town on frozen sidewalks, catching some late blooms off guard. They are rising to the occasion, though. I hope you’re having a magical week.
Red Alert
dance in time
winter’s coming,
but not today
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Here is a haiku for healing. A Poetry Friday friend, Mary Lee Hahn, is hosting a December haiku extravaganza. I haven’t committed to a haiku every day, but after reading so many good ones in PF this weekend, I found myself writing one. A toast to the lingering warm days.
Winter Pale
The pale of winter shines
from pine cones dangling,
left by wind and chance,
promise of saplings future. Continue reading
Poem Published
If I was a rooster, I’d be crowing from the rooftop to announce the publication of the Best of Today’s Little Ditty Anthology: 2014-2015 (Volume 1).
I’m honored to have my poem, Seed for Thought, selected out of hundreds written in response to challenges by established authors and editors including Lee Bennett Hopkins, J. Patrick Lewis, Bob Raczka, and Rebecca M. Davis. Continue reading
Oasis of Color
In a desert of green,
manicured lawns
an oasis of color blooms Continue reading
Hobbit Hole Solace
The very best place to be
when life is difficult for me
is a hop atop Toad’s wild ride,
stalwart Badger by my side. Continue reading
Dragonfly Ode
mosquito-eating dragon,
autumnal dragonfly dreams in
lacy-winged stillness Continue reading
Tree Pose
I dig my toes into the carpet
like tree roots. Continue reading
The Light and Poetry Friday
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.
— Leonard Cohen, Anthem
You can read the remaining lyrics here.
You can read the remaining lyrics here.
In honor of recently departed Leonard Cohen, a songsmith, wordsmith and inspiration, I wrote a previous poem and this new poem, retyped below because screen readers for the visually-impaired cannot read words inserted in jpegs:
Shine Like Leonard Cohen
Find the words
everyone knows
but sing them deeper
where fear goes
sing them deeper
where hope hides
sing them deeper
where light flows.
everyone knows
but sing them deeper
where fear goes
sing them deeper
where hope hides
sing them deeper
where light flows.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Welcome to Poetry Friday! I’m happy and honored to host Poetry Friday this week for the first time. If you’ve participated before, you know what to do. If you haven’t, you can click the blue box and add a link to your blog of an original poem, a favorite poem or a review of poetry. Or leave your link in the comments.
Autumn Shindig Invitation
Please post a link to your favorite fall artwork, photograph or poem below!
See below to join the party. Here’s mine:
Five Alive
five
seeds fly
up sky high
letting the wind
find their inner birds until warm earth calls
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Welcome to my Autumn Shindig!
Please post a seasonal link here or in the comments:
Notes: My poem is my first ever tetractys, or a 5-lined, syllable-counting poetry form, organized as follows:
Line 1 – 1 syllable
Line 2 – 2 syllables
Line 3 – 3 syllables
Line 4 – 4 syllables
Line 5 – 10 syllables
To rhyme or not to rhyme, hmmm. Here’s an example from the talented Aussie poet, Kathryn Apel:
Class
erupts
as teacher
flees in terror,
huntsman spider ignorant of error.
© Kathryn Apel
Final note: This is my first attempt to use inlinkz. It’s a dry run for getting it to work when I host Poetry Friday this Friday! I’d really appreciate you adding a link. I need to know it’s working!!
Idle Fairy Thoughts
I hope you enjoy Molly Hogan’s lovely fairy poem. I love her petalled paths, wayward blossoms and moonshine shield. Have a great weekend!
Walking through the woods this fall, I’ve discovered multitudes of mushrooms in all shapes and sizes. This particularly delicate one, the only one of its kind I’ve seen, caught my fancy and sent my thoughts swirling to the world of fairies.
After the festivities end
and dawn’s light fringes the sky,
who tucks away
the fairy paraphernalia
so no discerning human eye
casts a canny glance
at petalled paths
and circled stones?
Flush with late night revelry,
trailing dew-laden feet and
drooping wings,
might the sleepy wee folk
overlook
a wayward blossom
or other tell-tale sign-
perhaps this purple-ribbed
fairy parasol,
a dainty moonshine shield,
now illuminated
in sunshine’s glow
above an oddly tidy
bed of moss?
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
Please take the time to check out Poetry Friday Roundup. This week it’s hosted by the amazing Jama Rattigan who dishes up delights at her feast of a blog, Jama’s Alphabet Soup.
Friendly Fairy Tales 