A log of the magnificent journey across the vast sea of my imagination. |
A log of our magnificent journey. |
He missed Christmas while serving overseas, but now the family is coming together to welcome him home on leave. They will celebrate the holiday a little late this year. Still, it will be a jolly July with peppermint candy canes hung around the patio and cold chocolate milkshakes to replace traditional hot cocoa. The hot summer sun casts an eerie glow on cotton snow spread across the ground, as the joy of giving intensifies when friends and relatives deliver gifts for military still serving overseas. Notes ▼ |
Our children sacrifice their dreams when duty screams of country's need for those who lead. The brutal consequence of war is lots of gore. When soldiers die, their mothers cry, because their kinfolk are bereft with nothing left for families but memories. Notes on the Minute form of poetry ▼ |
Summer sings a bewitching tune about the joyful month of June for couple on their honeymoon in Montego Bay. The rhythm of the rain will affect the way the newlyweds connect, as they will frequently reflect in years to come. While Summer croons her serenade with sunrise orange marmalade, the children sell their lemonade to folks with angry thirst. She sets spectacular buffet with red strawberries on display and oysters from Chesapeake Bay, whatever you prefer. Mosquitoes, hornets, ants, and flies in humid air bring some surprise, while solar radiation fries those who venture out. My picture window reverie will capture all there is to see when deer and geese come visit me, while I stay cool inside. Somebody made Summer upset, so she vowed to make them regret. For spite, the worst you can get would be a hurricane. Notes on the Ovi form of poetry ▼ |
Poppies pollinate here to consecrate the lives lost across the sea. Their families mourn with the poppies worn to symbolize bravery. Because heroes' blood mingled with the mud, poppies bloom in Normandy. They blanket the land where men died in sand to preserve their memory. Notes on the Alouette form of poetry ▼ |
A mother cries when precious son departs for war. A mother cries and will forever agonize when Army rep knocks on her door. The grieving shakes her to the core, so mother cries. Notes on the Rondelet form of poetry ▼ |
The earth becomes a canvas for Mother Nature's art when Heaven pours its bounty upon the ground and then brushes flower garden with lots of sunshine, 'til sprouts of daffodils and pansies abound. She paints my yard in vibrant green, gold, and magenta, bejeweled with resplendent morning dew drops, viewed with wonder from my perch in back porch rocking chair while savoring scrumptious cherry lollipops. Notes on the Doha form of poetry ▼ |
When Little John, the leprechaun, published his mystery novel regarding forest episodes, he became a celebrity. Folks all gathered at the tavern with Little John, the leprechaun, retelling all the tales he wrote about the pot of gold and such. Community citizens praised his civic generosity, when Little John, the leprechaun, shared his royalties with the town. Because of all that has happened, every youngster of his clan wishes they could be as famous as Little John, the leprechaun. Notes on the Quatern form of poetry ▼ |
Family secrets remained hidden in old box on top closet shelf, until Mama passed away without any forewarning. We found treasures there, but those late discoveries did not ease the pain. Notes on the Oriental Octet form of poetry ▼ |