cornucopia: National Poetry Month (6)
a dodoitsu, a Japanese poetic form which consists of four lines. The first three lines contain seven syllables, and the fourth line contains five syllables.
Blind man told St. Anthony
Loosing eyesight is the worse
No. St. Anthony said. It’s
Loosing your vision
(PS: I know it was a blind man, because a blind woman would have asked for directions.)
Cornucopia: National Poetry Month (5)
a dodoitsu, a Japanese poetic form which consists of four lines. The first three lines contain seven syllables, and the fourth line contains five syllables.
rain splats across the window,
loud Thunder rumbles and booms
Pull the covers to your chin,
good day to stay in.
Cornucopia: National Poetry Month (4)
a dodoitsu, a Japanese poetic form which consists of four lines. The first three lines contain seven syllables, and the fourth line contains five syllables.
Reflection of rejection
Pouty Down turned puffy lips
Sweetly kissing tears away
My love forever
Cornucopia: National Poetry Month (3)
The Guide Dog’s Dilemma
By Kate Chamberlin
Eeny, meeny, mynee, moe.
Which way should I go?
If I guide my lady to the right,
The bakery will be in sight.
If I guide her to the left,
The catastrophe will be set.
We’ll collide with another cart,
Surely, that wouldn’t be smart.
Eeny, meeny, mynee, moe,
I chose to guide My Lady forward, with all the confidence and decorum I know.
Cornucopia: National Poetry Month (2)
Rainy Day Challenge
By Kate Chamberlin
The rain splats across the window,
Thunder rumbles ominous and low.
Pull the covers back up to your chin,
It will be a good day to stay in.
**
The plip plopping of a rain drop
Cascading from flower anther to leaf top,
Is like the lively volley of the tennis game
That will be postponed -what a shame.
**
Fill your mug with tea and cream,
Enter a realm of thought and dream.
Reach for the long-forgotten book,
Curl up in a warm, cozy nook.
Cornucopia: National Poetry Month (1)
Vernal Equinox
By Kate Chamberlin
Vernal equinox, the scents of spring,
two moments in the year when the Sun is exactly above the Equator,
day and night are of equal length.
Listen to the plunkity plunk thunk of the melting snow in the gutter,
Many twitter-patered little birds in the pines, and A cacophony of frogs in the bog.
Smell the pungent odor of the emerging Crown Imperial Frittalaria,
Ozone left by the lightning, and earthiness of the damp loam.
Welcome the balmy, though still cool, breeze on your face,
The ooze of mud between your bare toes and stepping out of the house without a jacket.
Surely, you can see the willows yellowing and the Autumn Blaze buds swelling,
Not to mention, the white Snowdrops and lavender croci poking through the leaf mold.
The smoky taste of finger licking good chicken barbecued on the patio grill, freshly picked early peas, and plump, juicy strawberries are just around the corner.
The astrological Vernal equinox,
two moments in the year when the Sun is exactly above the Equator will continue,
But will climate change enable the scents of Spring to continue?