For the Wednesday poetry challenge which will also be my poem for National Poetry Month, Day 13, I am to choose a favorite place or natural place and write a Haiku. So, here goes. Thank you to Lisa Bolin of the Garden of Neuro Institute for the inspiration.
fresh waterfall view
collect in soul memories
viewed in my recall
This is one of many inspirational poetry and writing prompts which come from the Garden of Neuro Institute. This is a place for women empowering women.
Avocado Toast
an avocado
gave its life for this breakfast
deliciously, yum
nature’s lovely gift for life
making breakfast life’s own force
A poet like me
Casting nets to the windy
Waterfalls wonder
If there is a melody
Playing for their rhythmic splash
Nature calls for me
Letting them to other souls
Telling their story
Asking for breaths of honor
And telling of their life songs
At last, they hear verbs
Splashing falling waterfalls
Waters to refresh
Standing underneath the flow
Feeling the wet, mossy stones
Taking leaps for love
Hand in hand forever more
And next, the lovers
Dance upon the sandy shores
Aromatic tides of salt
Shell crumbs under feet
Tides rushing with salt and sand
Like dermabrasion
Scrubbing sludge and adding more
Taking away worried songs
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This is in response to the prompt: ______like me. Read more here: Dead Poets Live
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
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