Your Eyes

Daddy says 

my eyes

are like melted chocolate

like ground cinnamon

like steaming pots of chili

like the soft brown of deer eyes.

He says my eyes

are deep and mysterious

like his and mama's

dark eyes.

So why do I love

your blue eyes?

Blue like clear skies

like a swimming pool

a lake, an ocean.

Deep blue like sapphires,

your eyes sparkle

they shine like dew

on Texas bluebonnets

that bloom in waves for spring.

I love your blue eyes;

they take me away

to distant places.

I wish they were mine.

      What color are your eyes?  Are they like your mom's or dad's eyes?  Think of all the wonderful things your eyes let you see.  Can you write a poem about eyes today?  Or, if you'd like, shut your eyes and then write a poem about the first thing you see when you open your eyes again.  Have fun.

The Cow Speaks

Brown, brown, brown

is everything I see.

My coat is brown

and so is the ground,

the hills

and even this nude tree.

My stall in the barn is brown.

Every where I look around

is brown, brown, brown.

That brown paper bag

you use to carry your poetry,

fling out the words,

bring colors to me.

     I had some weird dreams last night.  I was playing all kinds of poetry games when this cow came to talk to me.  What is your favorite animal?  If that animal could speak to you, what would it say?  Keep your imagination running.  Get out on that poetry highway.  Write that poem and have a jolly good time doing it.  Enjoy.

Brown Poem

I have a friend who

wears stars in her crown

she suggested I write

about the color brown.

Not the brown of dead leaves

or the color of dirt

or the brown of the coat

worn by my dog Gert.

But the brown

of dark chocolate

in cakes or pies

and the deep rich brown

I see in your eyes.  

Brown for footballs

and brown for skin.

Isn't it a marvelous

world we live in?

      Ok. Linda there is the beginning of a brown poem.  Not the world's greatest poem but a good attempt.  I was going to include chocolate brownies, and pudding, ice cream bars and candy, but it all was making me hungry, so I took a break.  I hope you have a great day and enjoy writing your own brown poems.