Sun Night Light

Poetry Friday is hosted by Sherri at Semicolon.

Sun Night Light

moon
beams
his light
never sleeps
it shines
over me
each night
in the dark
no fire
not burning
but reflecting
his beauty


I think about the sun a lot. It is there everyday, hard not to. But even when I am squinting, or sweating in its heat I appreciate the sun. Even when he goes to shine on others around the corner he still shines for us at night when he kisses the moon. The moon is my sun night light.

Meet up at Teaching Young Writers for a Chalk-A-Bration on July 31st! Chalk a poem or illustrate one, take a photo and link it next Wednesday. Hope to see you there.

Earthetry: Earth Inspired Poetry

More poems inspired by the U.P. of Michigan.

Bright

Sun in my eyes

pupils small

crinkled brow

I strain to smile

the rays are silent

but the growth

thunderously

billows in the grass and

greens as I

walk……..

Smile

I imagine happiness 

smelling like a pine cone,

sweet, earthy, 

real.

Windows

Hills and mountains

topped with trees

rocky islands

lined with leaves

evergreens

piney stems

greenlit views

sun sprinkled in

like little windows

on a birch

the rays more round

my view in search

of little fairies

watching me

I hear them scurry

I hear them flee.

Little Rock Island

Little island

distant land

isolated from

your own sand

your own trees

defy and find

through the cracks

birch and pine

row and tow

the people go

to test your water

with chill dipped toes.

Honeymoon

My children were having a conversation in the car and it lead to this:

J, "What's a honeymoon?"
E, "It's when honey gets on the moon."

My thought..."honey on the moon." Don't you just instantly see that? The fact that it started with the word honeymoon lead me to a love poem. Short and sweet like a drop of honey. Long on meaning if you are struggling with the sticky strings of love.

Love

Like honey on the moon

I fall right back to you

Slow and golden sweet

My heart’s biggest feat.

A Poetic Peek at My Recent Vacation

I was in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan recently. I love it there. The beauty is bountiful. The colors vibrant. The people are happy and removed from tech this and tech that. They have no cell service in many areas still but you can occasionally find a spot of WiFi here and there (a few times I got it right in my tent)! I wrote a lot of lines, descriptions, anticipations of things I would see. I wrote a lot of words while up there. The first poem is one that I wanted to find before I left. I wrote it and then we went in search of it each day. The second poem was inspired by a beautiful sunset on the night of July 4th. It could not have been pinker or more beautiful. 

Before

Wildflowers will abound

With each step

Soft and sound

A water spray 

From falling springs

Toward river flows

And cliffs that bring

The greenery

The scenery

I wonder and I wait

To see what I am longing for

Outside where I escape.

After

Wind carries away

a blissful day

of sun’s sweet air

perfumed with care

encouragement 

of each bud and bloom

she blankets them

with chromatic hues. 

Michelle has the Poetry Friday roundup today at Today's Little Ditty.

Live Today

 

and dVerse Poets

Little Poems of My Day

        1.
You blew in,
no one knew
you knocked down towering trees
yet we could see through
we gawked and we shook
as you boomed and flashed
your transparent drops
began to cloud
and crash
against the glass
as we strained
our eyes burned...
another tree
at each turn
then as quick as you came
you blew away
to us a minute interuption
but to the trees
a forever fallen memory.

          2.
I see small sways
and your drops
come my way
and winds
blow you down
while my dogwood
holds on
to what?
the ground?
to life?
roots straining against you
tight.
While you
get washed,
lay down
won't stop
will grow
even taller
tomorrow
greener, stronger
while my little dogwood
struggles towering over
you, a green carpet below her
she struggles
you look weak
you will get cut
but you will go on
living
easily

     3.
We say
live today
we say
let go
we say
be present
we say
go forward
we say
we say
we say
but when
everyday
is like
today
we stay
stuck
and I
say
go do

Clarity

As I sit alone
I see the clarity
of nature's position
she takes all of what she needs
lest it be taken from her
the sun says goodnight
and she rests until morning
to start all over again
drinking the rain
welcoming the rays
singing earth's song

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Imagine

the waterfall wrapped itself around my ankles
as its spray lifted over my head and I was misted
smile stretching hands over head
I stand in a back bend welcoming the wet



Can you see this poem? I have a vivid image and hope that I am doing this right now as I am exploring the woods on a nature adventure.

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