Linda

POETRY IS WHAT THE SOULS OF THE ANCIENTS SPEAK TO THOSE STILL SEEKING WHAT IS MOST BEAUTIFUL IN THE WORLD. FROM: LINDA

Monday, April 19, 2021


Some Haiku, Titled Or Not


Camouflage of a

plaid dressed creature accepting

a new paisley coat.



Cloudy nebula

fogging up the sky’s mirror.

Stars exhale their breath.


Enchantment found in

our furry brothers’ kind eyes.

The color of love.


The sea’s secret song

played as if a symphony

by all splendid beasts.


Beauty of the gods

we see in ocean, earth, and

sky as all hues gleam.


Guitar


Bent wooden body

Nylon strings reverberate

Elegant sounds birthed



Purchase


Snick of closing door

Melt into soft seat covers

New car smell excites



Shelter


Yips and barks echo

Enclosures house anxious dogs

I choose the beagle



Teacher


A new learning day

My hands covered with chalk dust

All lessons well taught



Spring


Snapdragon scent wafts

Bells of foxglove stand erect

Bees suckle bee balm



Winter


Snow covered driveway

Ungloved hand stings touching ice

A slippery day



Autumn Bliss


Crisp red apples bought

Ingredients assembled

Baked pie’s smell fills house



Summer


Sun’s bright gleam in heat

Splashing heard at every pool

Laughing children shout



Adoption


This is the best day

Hearing I’ll forever live

Here with these people


Baobab


Baobab grows tall

Thirsty roots dig deep in soil

Praise the tree of life


Immortal


Music of my soul

Ashes mingled with vinyl

Thank you, Mortician


Independence


I’ll think for myself

My faith is my own feeling

My heart tells the truth




Sexy midnight

Its shadow covers this land

Prince wails through speakers.


Words carried on gentle breeze

Telling all I wish to say

Tales about forgiveness.


Say the truth that’s in your heart

Sing it out from between your lips

Songs never unsung.


Flood waters cover

All those things you wish to hide

Sail wide over them.


Winter trees’ graveyard

Leafless branches bent and stiff

Spring’s resurrection.



straight jade road ahead

side streets unwind many truths

all is possible


drips from painter’s brush

opens up all shades of green

fronds’ laced extensions


stretching up skywards 

new growth thickens as it blooms

springtime is unwrapped


supple scrollwork art

invites guests through every door

welcome mats unroll








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