Poetry Forms – Page 4 – Prolific Pulse Blog

Aromatic Adventures of the Harvest

The scent of a cork
The fullness of the concord
Natural juices
These are the ripeness of life
Fresh and aromatical

Casks filled with cider
Scentfully of ripe sweetness
Tasting like heaven
Wiping of mouth on shirt sleeves
This is the gusto of life

Sweat working orchards
Dripping down the sunburned neck
Sliding to backsides
Freshness of sweat drenched arm pits
Ripe from lives labored for all

Taste the vineyards juice
Sip the ciders sweetness full
Thankful to labors
Making all things possible
With devotion to us all

Quiet speaks the dawn
bringing flight to resting fowl
spreading wings to soar
shadows over rivers calm
squawking beckons to the day

as the day begins
hustle, bustle people fly
nesting only once
much to be learned from nesters
where resting time is balanced

quiet sought is found
peaceful splendor is at hand
taking time to stop
and charging to then begin
currents underneath the draw

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Taken by Lisa Tomey

lavender rich dreams
sleeping in solemn peace
flowering deep thoughts
embracing the night as life
takes a pause for true comfort

casting shadows once
in the field of textured blooms
now to rouse senses
knowing not from thoughts but feels
for the ease of mindlessness

lavender flowers
such an ooze of nature’s scent
giving solace here
ever more and for the night
and making days own respite

some say Mary lied
she said her Christmas tree died
truth is I will tell
she bleached the thing to pure hell
after seeing Christmas ads

trees in flocking white
she had to have one like that
and the efforts were a fright
trying to keep up with Jones
impressions for others cost

you’d think by now she’d
learn about these things for sure
so many things tried
cost more than she can afford
keeping up with the Joneses

never made much sense
Mary proved it much too much
when she flocked up the
Christmas tree, oh poor Mary
what’s she gonna do?

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This is in response to this: Living Poetry Prompt

past present future
related or so it seems
surely leading forth
to find answers in our dreams
to know what is never seen

as it happened then
it was not known before when
there was just a thought
and it became more than what
would be a small idea

looking backwards first
looking at the moment now
looking forwardly
which way gives one the most pause
which way travels to our thoughts

does it matter not
if what was begat was got
casting doubts on what
was known not before it was
who knows but this old thought?

and on and on goes
the roll about of thinking
thoughts that had been thunk
when all along this playful
word thought process is folly