***This is a sonnet in the form of ABBA ABBA CDECDE*** When King Herod called the money changer To count all the people across the land From Galilee Sea to Bethlehem sand Baby boys were born in extreme danger. Wisemen came from distant countries stranger While sleeping lowly shepherds took a stand When an angel… Continue reading The Boy (a Petrarchan Sonnet)
Category: Wordsmithery
Butterfly
How did the butterfly get its name?Did it land on a stick of butter? Or maybe on the butter churn?Did the first one have wings of yellow?Or did it slide down a window easily?Did it flutter around with pollen on its feet? How did the butterfly get its name?Did it steal the milk and butter? Photo… Continue reading Butterfly
Abyss
Most days I swim in the shallows of daily life, “What’s for dinner; Honey, help me please; Oh, that looks good; Where is this thing?” Occasionally, Great White dives into the abyss and pulls a glowing creature from the depths of my darkness that illuminates a way for others, be it a story, a poem,… Continue reading Abyss
Drawing Down Winter
Drawing down winter brings in the cold... from outside to inside, then into my bones. Arthritis flares up and makes me feel old, drawing down winter brings in the cold. To rid us of snow, I need to get bold, icy wind blows as I scrape down to stones. Drawing down winter brings in the… Continue reading Drawing Down Winter
Autumn (a Poem)
Apples, red and green, spilling from the trees. Pulling pumpkins from the garden, everything’s deceased. Spices wafting up from pie, cobblers dripping oats, fruity cider with cinnamon, hot drinks begin to flow. Football games outdoors require hoods and fleece. Watch the breath mist out, squeezing hands up long sleeves. Smoke billows from houses as fireplaces… Continue reading Autumn (a Poem)
Books
The sweet leather smell, brings dreams to my mind of treasures and islands, and love so divine. Remembering Austen, Bronte, Dickens, Carroll and Suess Their words were so focused, their stories, bits of truth. Society lies. Current styles are just snippets in time. Ugly, silly, dark stormy nights, humanity grieves and repeats the lies. Over… Continue reading Books
“This Land is Your Land” etc.
I recently did a writing exercise in my writers' group that called for us to add verses to the song by Woodie Guthrie. Here's my additions to the age old song - remember to sing as it's just a bit of fun: Riding down river, tubing Mississippi The golden sunlight peeked through the leaves It… Continue reading “This Land is Your Land” etc.
Mosquito
Buzz around my ear Search a luscious spot to drink Make me itch all day.
Dawn Marie Paul 