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Tag Archives: Poetry Friday
A Warning
I’ve been channeling my inner crone since my surgery. I quite like her spunk. She reminds me of Warning, a poem by Jenny Joseph:
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat which doesn’t go, and doesn’t suit me. Continue reading
Greening Glade
Greening glade
seems still and quiet,
but it’s a magic circle
where birds sing
incantations Continue reading
Riddle Reader Beware
If looks can kill,
this plant wouldn’t,
although, it’s bold, rash
and may drive riddle
readers mad. Continue reading
Happy July 4th!
Happy Red, White and Blue from the flowers!
Happy Poetry Friday!
Here is a poem of joy for you:
My Heart Leaps Up
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old,
Or let me die!
Read the rest here.
— William Wordsworth
May you experience the joy and magic of being with family.
Thanks to Tabatha Yeatts for hosting his week!
Stop by and read more poetry if you have time.
To a Daughter
Wild mornings, wild afternoons!
If I am with you
your face alight
your laugh in my hair Continue reading
Azaleas Pop
blooms yearn
azaleas pop
sunrise unrolls
nature flows Continue reading
Lily of the Valley
stained glass frames
white bells, here and gone,
nature’s embroidery Continue reading
Doorway to Spring
Glimpses of green
newly seen,
make my heart sing,
ah, spring. 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
Lune a Lark
butterfly spreads wings
a lark sings
oh, the joy spring brings
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This is my first attempt at a lune, and I was in a rhyming mood. A lune is a haiku variant with syllable count of 5-3-5 instead of the usual 7-5-7. Morgan wrote a magical one. I know I saw one a few weeks ago on Poetry Friday, but then I lost track of who’d written it. If it was you, let me know, and I’d be happy to link up.
Thanks to Michelle Heidenrich Barnes, a prolific poet and champion of poetry, at Today’s Little Ditty for hosting Poetry Friday.
The butterfly is a Tiger-Striped Longwing (Heliconius ismehius). The photo was taken at the Boston Museum of Science’s Butterfly Garden.
Echos
Anyone who falters to a stop,
mid breath, and
lets her words breathe,
then echo,
then die,
is a poet.
Friendly Fairy Tales 