thoughts like thorns
underfoot
step cautious
even flowers
have dreams Continue reading
Underfoot
Tag Archives: friendly fairy tale
Under it All
What’s under it all?
What secret rivers flow
through
dark cave systems,
home to blind fish,
white like the moon,
the color of wishing?
Where lie the bones
of the very last dinosaur Continue reading
Driftwood Phoenix
Laid
bare,
barren,
broken down,
but pieces form art.
Driftwood rises above its end
forming a bird of legend with magical power,
spinning ashes to art, renewing the forlorn and forgotten, even transcending.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: This is a Fibonacci Poem (0r “fib” for short). Each succeeding line is equal in syllable length to the total syllables in the preceding two lines, or: one, one, two, three, five, eight, thirteen, twenty-one, thirty-four, etc. I’ve written two other fibs, Star Fairy and Fairy Ball.
This poem will be my weekly Poetry Friday tiddly-wink of word play. Thanks Violet Nesdoly for hosting and posting that moving photo and poem about forest fires. My heart goes out to the people of Fort McMurray, Canada. And to the wildlife equally homeless. May everyone have a safe and magical weekend. Warmly, Brenda
Cherry Blossoms
roses of springtime
wide ball skirts for fairies
who dance on clouds
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Happy Mother’s Day! I hope your day was full of warmth and love. 🙂
Cultivar
Six-pointed stars
cup sunshine,
burning white at
their pointy tips. Continue reading
Teachers Shine
More numerous than
stars in the sky,
and burning just
as brightly,
our teachers help us
learn to shine,
Continue reading
Dandelions Delight
Calling all bees,
if you please,
come get yellow
to your knees. Continue reading
Yorktown Sunset
Yorktown Beach is bespelled
by a paint-palette sky.
Continue reading
Moons
Moon jellies drift,
pulsing and aglow,
in between
water and air.
Continue reading
Pause
A moment to test the air,
pause and consider,
plan where to go next.
Is that a text? Dang!
Email skirmish,
phone rings, text again.
Continue reading
Wishes Big and Small
A Peak at the Bay
One last effort to
find the shore
before the
Chesapeake Bay Bridge,
we turn toward
Cape Charles.
Two miles. What will we find?
A longer trip, for one.
Continue reading
