Every eye is on the prize
Grass green, spring buds bright
Gingerly, kids begin to search
Hovering high and crawling
Under, leaving
No speckled
Treat unfound
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Showing posts with label National Poetry Month 2015. Show all posts
Showing posts with label National Poetry Month 2015. Show all posts
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Gollum
Last night we watched the first two Hobbit movies for the first time (aside from my husband having seen only the first one). My youngest has such a sensitive heart that immediately went out to Gollum. She was very upset after Bilbo had stolen his precious ring, leaving him so distraught. This in turn had my husband revealing more of his story, trying to convince her that Gollum shouldn't have the evil ring, and that he ends up being more of a hero of sorts. My youngest then proceeded to ask why there wasn't a Gollum day, leading us to declare the day before Easter, Gollum Day, to celebrate the eerie awesomeness that is Gollum. So, today was Gollum Day for us, which meant ordering pizza and watching the last Hobbit movie and the first two Lord of the Rings movies. I am wondering if we will actually remember Gollum Day next year, but I have to admit, it was kind of a fun random day to celebrate. The day before Easter? Why not! Anyways, so I decided to write up a quick Gollum acrostic poem to go with our lovely Gollum Day:
Gently creeping, following
Over the craggy rocks
Lulled by his own voice as he
Longs for his precious ring
Urges of violence rising from the other
Man dwelling inside
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Gently creeping, following
Over the craggy rocks
Lulled by his own voice as he
Longs for his precious ring
Urges of violence rising from the other
Man dwelling inside
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Friday, April 3, 2015
sea witch
Simply calm, wandering about the beach
Energy flowing through her
As the Ocean calls
Willowing fingers skimming the waters
Inching deeper to find
That hidden treasure
Carefully placed by the Sea's frothing fingers,
Her silky hands caressing the sands
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Thursday, April 2, 2015
beach
Breezy sea air, filling my lungs
Edging through my body
Always that lull, that swooshing of the waves
Ceasing my worries and pains
Honoring the slippery spirit within
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Edging through my body
Always that lull, that swooshing of the waves
Ceasing my worries and pains
Honoring the slippery spirit within
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Wednesday, April 1, 2015
fingers
Firmly grasping the needle, skin cracked and peeling,
Instinctively weaving through the fabric, over and under;
Never straying from its path
Gingerly creating a masterpiece
Engraved upon the quilt with thread that catches the
Rays of the sun, glistening with a
Story that will warm others for generations
Written by K, Copyright 2015
Instinctively weaving through the fabric, over and under;
Never straying from its path
Gingerly creating a masterpiece
Engraved upon the quilt with thread that catches the
Rays of the sun, glistening with a
Story that will warm others for generations
Written by K, Copyright 2015
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