My calendar says April, And Spring is official, But something is wrong In my world. For cold winds are blowing; It just might start snowing, If those clouds I see Come unfurled.
What has happened to seasons? They have no rhyme or reason; Now we cannot rely On the norm. For in winter, flowers bloom, And this spring, cold, gray gloom Has taken the place Of temps warm.
Everything’s topsy-turvy, And it causes some worry, For I just can’t decide What to wear. When it’s all said and done, Normal seasons are gone; Weather’s gone quite berserk Everywhere.
I’ve wondered round this earth for years, And known my share of joys and tears. I’ve laughed with love and cried for loss, And broken dreams like rubbish tossed.
I’ve seen sights soaked in splendid sun And bathed by moon when day was done. But ’til today I’d not seen such A sight that stirred my heart this much:
A giant, handsome, stately tree Bedecked with ribbons midst the leaves. Such gorgeous bows of silk, blood-red, Tied as if on maiden’s head.
I stood and pondered what it meant: This work of art to nature lent. Who ties these bows, and why, I asked. Who set himself this tedious task?
Some lover dreaming of soul-mate, Who joyous love anticipates? But there was none who, passing by, Could tell me who, or how, or why.
And though I stood ’till set of sun I found no answer; no, not one. So on I trudged my weary way, To reach my post by end of day.
But as I went, I sang a song: Though much in this old world is wrong, Still someone with a heart of love, Took time and, with care, beauty wove –
Amidst the branches of old tree – A gift of ribbons for all to see: To lift the heart and light’n the load Of each soul passing along that road.
The say
Earth’s growing warm.
But Spring has brought cold winds
And frigid nights. Me thinks someone
Has lied.
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There’s still plenty of time to take part. Visit NaPoWriMo.net. You can follow the prompts on that site or write something from your own ideas. I’m doing only cinquain this year, and writing on whatever subject suits my fancy each day.
The poem below has a title borrowed from the English poet John Donne. It was not the title of a separate poem by Donne, but instead was a line included in his “Meditation XVII,” which was from a longer work entitled “Devotions Upon Emergent Occasions.” My poem, I hope, gives a modern view of the basic truth of the “oneness” of our human race to which he referred in his own immortal words.
A siren wails,
And in our modest town,
From one end to the next,
We hear its cry.
And though we try
To keep our focus sharp
Upon the tasks at hand,
We feel the pain.
We know the strain
Of facing hurt and fear,
Of crisis, loss, and tears,
And wonder – who?
Naught we can do,
Except to pray for God,
Who knows the victim’s name,
To give His aid.
And prayer being made,
We focus once again
On our own lives, until
A siren wails.
‘To love’
Conjugation:
I love; you love; he loves;
We love; you love (plural); they love.
English.
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There’s still plenty of time to take part. Visit NaPoWriMo.net. You can follow the prompts on that site or write something from your own ideas. I’m doing only cinquain this year, and writing on whatever subject suits my fancy each day.
Cee’s Share Your World challenge is a great way to get to know fellow bloggers and let them get to know you. If you’ve never participated, try it. You’ll like it. Besides, it gives you a chance to talk about yourself all you want and not feel guilty for doing so.
Question # 1: If you could hire someone to help you, would it be with cleaning, cooking, or yard work?
Definitely with yard work! I hate to do yard work, and my yard needs it desperately.
Bah Humbug!!!
Question # 2: What makes you laugh the most?
Myself. No —- just kidding. I’d have to say Old Andy Griffith shows that featured Don Knotts. I can just be thinking about some of those scenes, and I’ll start laughing right out loud — even though I can quote some whole scenes line for line, I still find them hilarious. (See video at end of this post for a sample.)
Question # 3: What was your favorite food when you were a child?
Okay, I know you all EXPECT me to say chocolate. But I’m not going to do that. The truth is that I just like food — lots of food — and almost all kinds of food. About the only things I can’t stand to eat are turnips, hominy, and head cheese. I honestly don’t remember if I had a favorite as a child, but if I did, it was probably potatoes, because, to this day, I love potatoes in any shape or form. I can eat them hot or cold or even lukewarm — boiled, fried, baked, mashed, or hashed.
Question # 4 List at least 5 favorite flowers or plants.
Okay some of my favorites — in order of preference — are as follows:
Daisies
Blue Spruce Trees
Maple Trees
Oak Trees
Mums
Bonus Question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the coming week?
I’m grateful for all the chocolate Easter candy that was on sale for half price or less last week.
Next week, I’m looking forward to having some time off from teaching so many classes at one time. Everybody needs a little rest now and then, and maybe, with my “spare time,” I can finish the novel I’m posting one chapter at a time on here.
This week the ‘Prompt Nights’ challenge offers us the choice of writing either poetry or prose, with a theme that tips its hat to April Fools’ Day. So to celebrate this day of fun and frivolity, I decided to “focus” on a bit of frivolous prose.
FOCUS: A One-Act Play
Place: A city street
Time: April Fools’ Day
Conversation:
Friend: “Wow! Did you see that?”
Sandra: “I’ll say. I’m salivating even as we speak.
Friend: Oooooh, me too. Makes me feel hungry all over.
Sandra: I know what you mean. That box of chocolates must have held at least 10 pounds.”
Friend: “The girl who gets that will be over the moon.”
Sandra: “Mmmmm. That much chocolate candy would definitely make me one very happy lady.”
Friend: “Huh? – Wait – What?”
Sandra: “What do you mean, what?”
Friend: “What do you mean? I’m talking about that drop-dead gorgeous hunk who just passed us carrying the box of chocolates, you dope.”
Sandra: “Oh, was there somebody carrying the chocolates?”