A stone: One daily observation
Near my home there is a barn built into the hillside.
I think that this compound was probably used for sheep.
Sunday Scribblings #282 Muse
I run behind
All the while
Trying to catch up
Night dreams linger
Into bright light of day
You come silently
I do not know you are present
You quietly plant the seed
Leave me wondering
How is this to be done
Today I hear your September song
The one you hum
Under your breath
Which you blow tenderly
Into my ear
I begin again…
We Write Poems: Prompt #69 Formulac 3 + (x) = poem
The prompt was from last week. I’m a little behind. Perhaps I will catch up?
She Sees Herself
Open and she turns
I am pure, running water
With bright dresses and bare feet
(He shows the man what he says is a more beautiful poem.)
Note*I have chosen a found poem. The first line is taken from Mary Oliver, What do we Know, Heron Rises from the Dark, Summer Pond.
The second line is from Asse Lilleskare Faugstad, Footsteps in the Field, Running Water.
The third line is From Carla Funk, The Sewing Room (I opened the book, took a line and now I can’t find it?)
And the last line is from Susan Griffin, Woman and Nature (Again I opened the book took a line and now can’t find it?)
I like this way to create a found poem, to completely rely on a random process.