THE BEE

A bee
frolicked,
rumbled, tumbled
and rolled
right in the middle
of a rose,
              rose,
                    rose.

He liked the odor,
loved the scent.
Bathed in the rose,
round and round
the bee went.

The bee sniffed
and snorted,
dusted his wings,
pollinated his toes,
and got that rose odor
up his nose,
                   nose,
                          nose.

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.

Sunday White flower

Datura

large white flower

with white whiskers

rippling in a breeze

like Granpa's beard.

Some say

Angel Trumpet,

I say sweet mystery

scenting the afternoon air,

playing a tune for me.


     This is a huge flower, as big as a salad plate.  If smells very nice. Do you have a favorite flower? What color is it?  Would you like to try writing a poem about a flower today?  Have fun.

Honeysuckle Scents

Scented memories

grow on honeysuckle vines

entwined in sunshine

      On my morning walk (I'm using that phrase a lot lately) I smelled a sweet familiar aroma.  I turned around and saw the source twining up the tree--a honeysuckle vine.  Have you ever pulled the blossoms to taste the small drop of honey at the base of each blossom?  I once made honeysuckle sorbet.  It was divine. 
     For today's poem can you focus on smell or scent?  What are some smells you like?
fresh baked pizza
roses
baby powder
spaghetti
macaroni and cheese
fresh coconut

What are some smells you'd rather not sniff?
skunk
wet dog
pickles
sauerkraut
burnt toast

I had an easier time making my bad smell list.  What about you?  Today write a poem about smell.
Happy Friday and I hope you have a great weekend.