An Etheree
Psst
Hey you
Help, I'm lost
Where is my home
It is no longer
Bulldozed, trampled, gone
How can us fawns find safety
Where will we find food and shelter
Can we sleep in your backyard tonight
We have nowhere else to go, help us please
The poem, Where Is My Home? is written for WDYS prompt #312.
Image credit: Sir. Simo on Unsplash
A Triolet
The notebook goes with the pen in my hand
Where thoughts come to life
From my head on to paper they land
The notebook goes with the pen in my hand
Laughter, grief, triumphs all stand
Emotions cut deep like a knife
The notebook goes with the pen in my hand
Where thoughts come to life
The original poem, The Notebook was written in response to the W3 prompt.
Thank you for taking the time to read. 💕
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Acrostic
Open your eyes to see the month of October
Change in seasons drawing the year to an end
Turning leaves shades of Umber and shades of Jade
Often leaves overlooked for their uniqueness
Begin to take note of shapes, colors and sizes
Embrace the change, crisp cool air is here
Relax into the newness of nature's promises
Look
in the
picture frame
anything from
clown butterfly mask
imagine interpret
colors shapes media too
name it what you will, eyes leading
shaping the mind, altering it too
causing the face to smile in wonder, wow
excitement takes over, positive thoughts
abound, flooding your mind with questions
complex linear abstract mute
watercolor oil finger
paint possibilities
what is this image
fun or scary
obtuse or
even
sad
Thank you for stopping by and taking time to read the original poem, Abstract as Can Be. Published at Inspirebyonika.com. 💕
Artwork credit: W. Harris