I wrote this poem some time ago to a word prompt from David L. Harrison's blog. I hope you enjoy it...
Beginnings
A speck
A hope
A spark of fire
A seed
An inkling of desire
A thought
An effort
A ray of light
A drop of ink
On a sea of white
© Karen Eastlund
Image by Kranich17 at pixabay.com
It's Poetry Friday as well as National Poetry Month, so don't miss the round-up today at Reading to the Core.
Spring is in full swing now, here in NJ. Trees are blossoming in lovely whites and pinks, and the forsythia are bragging their bright yellows. My daffodils have already faded, but red tulips have taken their place, and a few deep purple violets are sprinkled here and there. Such beauty!
The picture below was taken a week or so ago, along the river where not everything is blooming yet. It made me think of a poem.
Do any of you remember a children's poem from years back about the sky and wind and bare branches? I thought I remembered one, but I couldn't find it, so I wrote the poem I'm about to share. I'm just a little apprehensive about sharing it, but I figure that someone in this group will know the poem if there is one. If not, maybe it is my idea... or maybe I dreamed it...
If I were the Sky
If I were the sky
On a windy day
Watching bare branches
Writhe and sway
I'd turn my back to the trees and say
Could you, please,
You tallest of trees,
Scratch my itches away?
-- draft
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