My commitment to writing, poetry and otherwise, has been neglected terribly in recent months. Here we are in the second week of poetry month, and I have nothing new to offer. I decided to be spontaneous, write whatever popped into my head this morning, and share some rough works in progress. So here goes...
Work in progress #1:
ice cream
tied to childhood
memories keen, bright
sitting with mom
hot summer days
cold dripping down over
fingers and chin
melty goodness
melty hearts
happiness
Work in progress #2:
There's nothing like a puppy
warm, snuggly being
liquid, loving eyes
completely devoted
There's nothing like a puppy
but there's a kitten
a purring therapist for
petting your problems away
through soft fur
until a sudden attack
on fingers
shooting you back to
reality, then paw reaches out
lightly tapping, is it love
or just temporary consolation
until the next aberration
Work in progress #3:
I hear the ducks calling to each other
feuding over females, or seeds
I hear the morning doves cooing
comforting sounds, through the reeds
I hear the chickadee, the robin, the sparrow
voices raised in song, so many species
I hear the traffic sounds, cars and trucks
just inches from nature, progress speeds
Updated 10Apr2018:
I hear the ducks sound off loudly
feuding over females or seeds
I hear the mourning doves call
comforting sounds through morning breeze
I hear the chickadee, the robin, the sparrow
voices raised in song, harmonizing with ease
I hear the traffic sounds, cars and trucks
inches from nature, progress speeds
© 10Apr2017 ajjahner
