Calling all bees,
if you please,
come get yellow
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Dandelions Delight
Calling all bees,
if you please,
come get yellow
to your knees. Continue reading
Tag Archives: rhyming
Doorway to Spring
Glimpses of green
newly seen,
make my heart sing,
ah, spring. Continue reading
Wishes Big and Small
Scilla Song
You should sing the blues,
but your music’s too sweet,
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Fantasy of Summer
Waves of heat bake golden sand,
splashed by frothy waves. Gulls
and sandpipers dot grassy dunes.
A long, tall drink comes to hand.
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Snow Flowers
Snow showers
bury
spring flowers
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Echos
Anyone who falters to a stop,
mid breath, and
lets her words breathe,
then echo,
then die,
is a poet.
Yellow Thing
I enjoy every
yellow thing
that blooms in
early spring.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: This ditty is in honor of writing and rewriting manuscripts galore. Plus, today, I won an award-winning book thanks to a cat named Maggie. Continue reading
Puddle Heaven
Stamp, stomp,
puddle heaven,
fountains everywhere
when you’re seven.
Laugh and howl,
wet socks,
drippy drops everywhere,
forget clocks.
Arrive speckled
with muddy blots,
not welcome everywhere,
stomach in knots.
Will mom see past hems
dripping dark dots?
Rather than dirt everywhere,
she sees cheetah spots!
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Poets find joy in puddles:
“The world is mud-luscious…
[and] puddle-wonderful”
— e.e. cummings
Since writing a haibun on puddles, I’ve wondered how cumming’s mother viewed him, arriving home. My poem’s been in its chrysalis, but finally that wondering took shape and spread wings.
Another fun poem about puddles is Puddle Splash by Roann Mendriq:
What is it about rain puddles,
that make one want to splash?
That turns us into children,
in a quick and happy flash?
Read the rest here.
Big thanks to Robyn Hood Black, a wonderful poet and author, for hosting this week’s Kidlitospere Poetry Friday extravaganza.
Juniper Jewels
Jewel-bright juniper berries
dangled like azure fairies
amidst needles unfurled,
seeking the eyes of every bird.
Berries stayed sugar sweet
until fermenting was complete.
Early spring, greedy bluejays
fell down tipsy over two days,
leaving feathers ruffled aft.
How the crows laughed.
Copyright 2016 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: Some birds actually eat too many fermented berries and behave badly. Once I discovered that, I just had to write a poem about it. I also ran across a hilarious video of African animals overindulging on Marula fruit. A more serious poem about juniper berries is here. Have a great week!
Mushroom Hug
Mushroom smiles,
arms akimbo,
for a mushroom hug.
Hey, don’t shrug!
Really.
It’s a mushroom hug.
Can’t see it?
Don’t throw a fit.
Smile wide as me,
and you’ll see it,
lickety-split.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
Note: I hope you see the hug, same as me. 🙂 My rhyme is disorganized, perhaps I should call this rhyming ADD. My words have executive function issues, but as my eldest would say, Who cares? It’s a brave new world of “whatever works.” But does it work? Hope you’re having a great weekend!
Fairy Queen’s Parasol
The white parasol twirls,
dips and bobs in the
Fairy Queen’s slender hand.
The midsummer sun
dapples her pale cheeks,
gilding her glossy curls.
Beetles play at her feet,
like infants in the grass.
Ruby Columbine drops
petals-tears the
flavor of honey nectar,
tasted beside a wild rose ruin.
Her sisters pass out starry bud cups.
The queen nods her thanks.
The sweet scent combines with
thyme and sage, making the air
alive with color and promise.
The Fairy Queen’s eyes hide
behind the tilt of lace as she
hobnobs with nabobs,
each of them drinking.
None may know
what she’s thinking.
Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham
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