Noon (Word Sketches)

Hello, everyone! Dawn, Morning, and now Noon are crossed off, so that leaves us looking forward to Evening, Sunset, Dusk, and finally Midnight! If you want a similar Noon-like poem, there is this! Also, I may be switching website hosts soon, if I can figure out Squarespace (because honestly WordPress is kind of a headache).…

Birds (Haiku)

While I may have won some prize money from the HSLDA Poetry Contest last year, I did not win anything this year. So you can bet the winners produced some absolute bangers to shove me out of the competition. 😉 In all seriousness, though, I'm sure the winning entries were fantastic, and I can't wait for them to show…

Autumn Spice Wordlessness (Poem)

Hands down, fall is the BEST season. So, for a while now I've been working myself up to write a poem about it. I have about two dozen of these, but most of them don't do the season justice. Like, not remotely. There I was, scribbling notes, and sitting outside, trying to trap all the…

Forest Fever (Poem)

Sorry I've been MIA for a while, but I just got back from an 11-day camping trip, and although I thought I'd be able to post something during that time, plans didn't work out. (Spotty Internet and getting distracted with the forest) Anyway, here's a poem I wrote that was inspired by John Masefield's poem Sea-Fever. I…

Under the Arbor

Hey, all! I wrote this poem while sitting and relaxing under some trees yesterday. All my poems about nature end up focusing on trees and the sky, because those are my favourite things to watch. I love the way the colours play against each other. Anyway, hope you enjoy. If you'd like to read more…

Nature’s Audience (Poem)

So, apparently in order to post something on WordPress, I actually have to hit the Publish button, instead of just thinking about it, and clicking Save. I momentarily forgot this, and that is why I haven't posted anything in a while; this poem didn't make it out of the outbox. Sorry I didn't get this…

Fireflies Poem

Stars glint high in the darkened sky, Dents in the sweeping, black curtain. I like to think they roguishly wink, Exulting in freedom from earth’s burden. I imagine their silence in stellar brilliance, And I see them as seeds, joyfully cast. They glitter down faintly, while a Being so saintly Strode back and forth on…

Little Mysteries (Poem)

One of my favorite rhyme schemes: AABCCB Walking down a sandy path, Treating my feet to a cooling bath, It is windy here, but I do not mind too much. How strange – I see small pieces, Shards, and coils, and creases Of buildings that are shiny and smooth to the touch.   Disaster must…