CLEMATIS

Purple clematis grow
under the mailbox.
Purple for loyalty.
Purple for royalty.
The promise for poetry,
the prayer for possibilities
for tomorrow.
Reaching
skyward climbing
higher and higher
on the old fence post.

 What is your favorite flower?  Set a timer for sixty seconds and make a quick list of every flower you know.  Can you pick one of the flowers to write your own poem today?

Poetry speaks to us in the language of flowers.

SUNRISE

Sunrise
is like
my paintbox--
full of purples
blues and reds.
With such a
gorgeous sky,
who can
stay in bed?


    What did the sky look like for you this morning?  Can you write your own poem about the sunrise you saw (or didn't see) this morning?  Was your sunrise like a spilled bowl of fruit with oranges, grapes, lemons and cherries coloring the sky?

Purple Finch

Two purple finch
sat on a telephone line,
said one to the other,
"Oh I opine
that today
will be 
sunny and fine."

Said the second finch
to the first,
"I think this weather
is the worst--
desert living
is a curse."

"Ah," said the first finch,
"it all depends
on where your happiness
begins and ends. 
I know I can make this
a very good day,
but I will allow you
to have your say."
 
  Oh my goodness, that does need work, but I had so much fun thinking about the conversation between the two finch sitting on the wire this morning.  The bright purple male, who is really red, probably was saying "Hey, Honey want to come check out my nest?"  It is definitely that time around our house where all the animals are pairing up.  Can you write a poem today that is a conversation between two of something?  What do you think your shoelace would have to say to your shoe?  Could your spoon have something to say to your morning oatmeal?  What would a washrag say to your face, or your ears?  I know you can have fun with this prompt.  If you'd like to share your poem, please leave it in the comments below.

Fruit Salad

Please understand,

eating fruit, I like

a lot.  I find it

cheers me and makes me

happy and healthy.

A peach is a furry fruit

I bite in soft and sweet.

Tasty and yummy

it's a fruit I like to eat.


     Can you identify where I've used alliteration in these poems? 
     What is your favorite fruit?  Do you eat fruit at lunch?  Can you write your own poem today about a piece of fruit?  If you had a bunch of grapes what do you think one grape would say to another?  Sounds like a riddle poem doesn't it?

Q: What did one grape say to another?

A: Welcome to our bunch

     stick around my purple brother

    and we'll have you for lunch. 

   Oh, I think that is bad.  Definitely needs some work.  Anyway, have fun writing.
Happy May.