"ment" Poetic Bloomings

 

No Comment or Encouragement

 

I like the “likes” on all my posts,

Especially from our dear hosts.

We learned before we went to school,

It’s best to do the golden rule.

 

Some reason, though, that part I skip.

Though poems are great, I let it slip.

Return the favor would be cool

To always do the golden rule.

 

I read the poems with affection,

Some written to great perfection.

I know that I am such a fool

When I neglect the golden rule.

 

The comments, I appreciate,

And they will often make my day.

Encouragement is a good tool.

I’ll aim to do the golden rule.

Picture 3 Poetic Asides

 

Intensity

 

He’s kneeling in the dirt.

His white hair showing from his cap.

I know he’s in pain,

but there are children around him, watching.

He’s showing them how to play marbles,

like he did when he was a boy.

Picture 2 Poetic Asides

 

Daring

 

I remember in Montreal,

turning a corner,

my breath catching.

A building stood before me.

Yellowed walls

Nine stories

Forty-nine windows

Daring the modern buildings around it

to look as bold and wise and grand

as it did.

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 Picture Perfect

 

“A picture’s worth a thousand words”

Maybe that’s how it used to be,

but now with AI,

they lie so convincingly.

How much is that worth?

Maybe a thousand questions.

3 poems, 1 topic, Poetic Bloomings

 

Relationship with God

 

Glad to never be alone

She checks in with Him often

When violent storms rock her boat

Like Jesus, she rests

 

Character

 

Fun

Playful

Creative

Adventurous

Odd sense of humor

Kind of dumb, kind of smart

Falls down eight times, gets up nine

 

Activities

 

Writes, travels, keeps house

Prays, worships

Aims to love others

flower, Poetic Asides

 

Gorse

 

The prickly, flowering evergreen shrub, also known as

furze, whin, prickly broom, honey-bottle or French-fuzz.

When roaming through Scotland and Ireland,

seeing the bright yellow gorse in spring time,

reminds me of golden autumn leaves back home.

I’m looking forward to seeing gorse again.

I think I’d prefer to call it “whin”

 a prettier name for such a beautiful bush.

Mothers

 

Mothers

 

Mothers are like soft comfortable quilts

With different, textures, colors, stories.

Like the bright sun shining as the earth tilts.

Like sponges, mothers absorb our worries.

Each child represents a mother’s glories.

Mothers are like refreshing water springs,

Giving joy and life like nothing else brings.

Mothers seem to be from another place.

They are guardian angels without wings.

Mothers persevere by God’s love and grace.