MY TEMPER

I try not to jump,
scream or shout.
I don't want to let 
my temper out.

If my anger
I do not mend,
my temper comes back
in the end.

So instead of mad words
that may cause harm
I take a deep breath
and aim to be calm.

     Oh gosh, some days are harder than others.  The idea is hidden in this poem, but the words need some work.  Let's just call today's poem a draft.  At least I have the idea down so I can come back to it later to work on.  Can you write your own poem about being mad today?  What happens to you when you get mad?  What makes you mad?  What makes you lose your temper?  Have fun writing a draft for your poem.

haiku

fierce wind gusts and roars 
citrus blossoms fall from trees--
broken promises

wildflowers rolling 
bending toward the ground
waiting for calm

pink mallow flowers
dancing by the picket fence
thankful for the rain

    As you can see, I've been playing with haiku again.  Here are three.  Which one do you like best?  It really is a great day to be inside writing.  I hope your writing is going well.  Happy Sunday.