Morning Train

On a bough of fir
Sleepy atoms cuddled together
Linked like train cars
Sun shine lights, excites
Sending atoms stretch-
ing
Fling winged things
Black shapes coracoid
Clouds scatter avoid
Beakish Pierc-
ings
Sun pushes on horizon
Lifts belly--golden
And raises rays
Dew grasps grass
Tries to last
Instead becomes gas
'Ol Sol laughs
While atoms climb together
Aboard the Skyliner

This is in response to Mary's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com, to write about trains.  And, Creative Bloomings where Sara McNulty challenged us to write a poem with personification.  Coracoid is crow/beak shaped and the Skyliner is a train in Japan that goes between Tokoyo and the airport (seemed fitting...)  Inspired, as many poems are, by my morning walks with the dogs--walking by a stand of conifers it really looked like the trees had just flung the birds into the air...

When Three's Not The Charm

Bored
Stiff
As a
Board
Joy-
Less
Miss-
ing
Bliss
That mane of flame
No one could tame
Now shorn
Con-
form-
ity
Isn't golden
Did you forget
Sam-
son?
Long for
That grin
Lost in
The slushy
Bottom

Offered for Laurie's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write an olympian poem in 28 lines or less. Heartbreaking the threes in snowboarding--Lindsay third try, so far ahead in women's second semifinals and falls; Shaun always so brilliantly glowing, now shorn and sad--everyone talking about the slushy bottom in the half pipe...ah life, you just never know....at least the couples won in ice-skating :-)

Well Tuned

It flows through
Dew
Drops on spider webs
And pings a string
"Oh What A Beautiful
Morning"
Steam from coffee
Swirls to "Proud Mary"
Furry tails swing
While I sing "Happy"
His good bye kiss
Tastes like "Something"
The car wheels
Thumping
On the street
"Eight Days a Week"
Lift your hands up
Life's a song
Clap, dance, sing
Or hum along

This is offered for  Gabriella's prompt at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write a tribute, started out as a tribute to music which is my constant whether actually playing or just from the jukebox in my brain, but may have ended up as a tribute to life or joy...you can pick. And for the prompt by Gay at dversepoets.com to write a song, a bit of serendipity there  :-)  Enjoy!   

Southern Living

Fresh mowed lawn morn-
ings
Greet me
While clouds that slept there
Wet shoes and paws
Egrets mingle in weeds
Playing peek-a-boo with minnows
And white wavy pond reflect-
ions
Sunset sweetened cloudbanks
Embrace a yellow gumball sun
Melting into ebony copper-coated seas
Lily scented evenings
Show Orion pointing the way
While Betelgeuse blinks red
Pondering destruction
I sleep under a sheet of love
Encircled in the heaviness of
Familiar loving arms
With a toasty bundle of fur
Snuggled against my knee

This is offered for the Prompt by Peggy to write about where we live at poetryjaam.blogspot.com  I live in South Florida, where orchids bloom in the winter...it is wonderful to be able to share with people everywhere.  :-)

Mandy

He was a teddy bear man
(at least in my mind)
Loved great writing and
Intellectual pursuits,
Conversation
Passionate about his
Beliefs and
Loved his parents
Easily accessed
The child in him
Could sit to play
With his nephews
As one of them
Not like a grown up
Feining interest
Was there every Christmas
Then,
Lost touch
For no good reason
Didn't even know
He wrote poetry
And now
He's gone

Written for OLN at dversepoets.com  dealing with the passing of a relative (three years younger than me) we used to know well, and then lost touch--we kept inviting, he didn't come, then we stopped inviting.  Just got a call that he passed away on Saturday.  And his cousins are the only living relatives, feeling sad and empty.

Brrrring It

The cold
Does not
Embold-
en
Her
Grin's
Ice thin
'Cuz she's
Shiver-
ing
Bring her
A blanket
A jacket
A heater
But whatever
You do
Don't refrigerate
Her

A empathic wordplay for Laurie's prompt  at Poetry Jam poetryjaam.blogspot.com to write about a refrigerator. I've spent the past week in 32 degree weather which is not my happy place.  Looking very forward to heading south tomorrow.  Warm wishes to everyone! :-)

Friendly Fire

We are not so
Different
You and I
Releasing carbon
Oxygen consuming
Sparking when
Prodded or stirred
So come sit a spell
Tell
Me smokey secrets
While I feed you
Dry, tasty wood chips
And we'll share
Heat, light
Heart and
Toast to
Togetherness

A warming trend shared with Poetry Jam poetryjam.blogspot.com for Alan's wonderful prompt(romp?) to write about fire.  I've always loved it--campfires, fireplaces--loads of happy toasty memories :-)  Happy New Year everyone, hope that it is filled with bliss, health, and love.