IDEAS

I had a new idea.
It might be slightly dim.
I put it in my brain
to let it take a spin.

It bumped against some others,
then Eureka was the shout.
A new idea had been formed.
I kicked the whole thing out.

Now I have a better idea.
Somehow it seems just right.
As I take to my chair
and write and write and write.


     I'm looking forward to this weekend.  I've got so much work to catch up on.  It is rather exciting when everything starts happening at once.  I feel like spring.
What is happening in your life?  Can you write a poem about that?  Have fun writing your own poem, or if you have lots happening to write about, you might want to write more than one poem.  Happy Friday.

    Poetry Friday is hosted by Margaret this week over at http://reflectionsontheteche.wordpress.com/
    Thanks, Margaret for the great Friday party and Congratulations to all the Poetry Friday poets.

Chirp, Chirp Tweet

The little bird sings
chirp, chirp tweet--
its happy little song.
Chirp, chirp, cheep,
chirp, chirp, tweet
all day long.


     I've got to tell you, I MUST, really love writing poetry because I've been working on poems all day and I just looked up at the clock and realized it was almost 5 o'clock!  I haven't eaten lunch, I haven't started dinner.  I'm in trouble because I'm going to be running late until I go to bed.  But, I'm feeling wonderful because I got some good work done today.  For your poetry prompt, how about writing a couplet about being last or behind?  Have fun writing. 

New Books

A new book
just arrived
in the mail.
It makes
me happy
without fail.


     How do books make you feel?  Can you write a poem about that?  My contributor copies of THE POETRY FRIDAY ANTHOLOGY FOR SCIENCE, just arrived in the mail and I really like the collection compiled by Sylvia Vardell and Janet Wong, published by Pomelo Books.  I'm off to read some of the other poems.  Have fun reading and writing your own poems today.

LITTLE ONE

Baby rests in mother's arms.
She's entranced with baby's charms.
Baby's dreams are very deep.
Mother now can go to sleep.
Baby rests his weary head.
Mother now can go to bed.



Can you write a poem today about one thing you remember about your Mom?
Happy Marti Gras.

SPRING FLOWERS

Outside
her kitchen window
Grandma grew flowers
in special window boxes--
bright red geraniums
that smelled like spicy pepper.
When I see those flowers
I think of Grandma
and the spaghetti she made
every Friday night.


    Do flowers make you think of anyone?  My favorite flowers are daisies.  Every time I see daisies I think of happy times.  Can you write a poem today about your favorite flower?

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.

Thunder

Rumble,
rattle,
roar.
Ka-boom.

Clash,
clang,
bang.
Ka-boom.

Loud thunder
and then,
the rain
rushes in,
making rivulets
and flooding.

But,
oh,
it is rain!
Wonderful, 
glorious,
rain. 
It has been
so long
since I've
seen you,
RAIN.
Welcome!


     I went on my morning walk today and got soaked before I could get home.  The thunder was a little frightening.  What is the weather like for you?  Can you write a poem about that?
   I've been waiting all week for the new moon that is supposed to be in the sky tonight, and now I won't be able to see it.  The whole sky is covered with clouds.  
   I hope you have fun writing today.