SPRING'S PROMISE

Stop.
Pause.
Breathe deep.
Smell the scent
of citrus blossoms
perfuming into warm spring winds.
Fill your lungs with the fresh promise of good things to come.



     This poem is a Fib.  A syllabic poem based on Fibonacci’s number, each line length is the sum of the two previous lines.  So the poem has 1 syllable, 1 syllable, 2 syllables, 3 syllables, 5 syllables, 8 syllables and I tried making this go to 13 syllables, but as you can see, I ran out of room.  If you are viewing this poem on your cell phone many of the lines wrap so you are missing the beauty of the Fib form.  Does this chart make it easier to see the formatting?

Line 1 = 1 syllable

Line 2 = 1 syllables

Line 3 = 2 syllables

Line 4 = 3 syllables

Line 5 = 5 syllables

Line 6 = 8 syllables

Line 7 = 13 syllables

     Your challenge for today is to try writing your own Fib.  Try making it 5 or 6 lines long.  Have fun.  Do find some time to go outside and play today.

I Love Words

I love words.

the feel of them, 

the taste of them 

in my mouth.

I am in a swimming pool

filled with words.

They bump against my body,

my kick sends words

fluttering into the air.

My stroke sends droplets of words

flicking over the water.

I am taking a trip

and my suitcase is stuffed with words

I fold them neatly,

 stacking words into the corners

I hope they don't wrinkle.

I am camping

the tent is filled with words

they are hot and sweaty,

and like moths

the words are attracted to the light.

I walk the city sidewalks

and see words

lining the walkways

stretched over the high rise,

pooling in glass surfaces.

And the exciting thing to me

is that there are always 

new words to taste,

new words to hear

in my ears

new words to sniff

like a French perfume.

I will never know them all.

Never read them all.

And never feel them

all on my tongue.

And even if I could

read all the words 

in the English language,

there are still

so many other

languages to conquer.

      What is your favorite word?  Can you use it to write a poem?
Where do your words like to hang out? Enjoy!

Haiga Heliconia

Heliconia

colored claws reach to the sky

tropical perfume

     I'm definitely having fun playing with my water colors on this vacation.  This poem is a haiga.  Haiga is when art and haiku are combined.  When haiku is interspersed with prose, then it is called haibun.   I always think it is fun when I can supply a picture to go with my poem.  Do you have a picture you'd like to write a poem to go with?  What ever you do, have fun following your bliss.