Repeating line poem

Somehow, repeating the line twice per stanza made the poems brighter -- at least in the ones I wrote -- today's poem only uses the line once per stanza and came out quite a bit darker. Mayber starting off with the word "alligator" didn't help.

Still waters reflect life:

Alligator lurks in weeds
Ducklings hide in reeds
Deep below, an oily carp feeds
Still waters reflect life

Turtles sun on bank
Dying algae stank
From the pool a thirsty dog drank
Still waters reflect life

Eggs a snake is snatching
Snakes a hawk is catching
Mosquito larvae are hatching
Still waters reflect life

Pine needles skimming
Minnows are swimming
On the surface, twilight dimming
Still waters reflect life

Repeating line poem

Here is my repeating line poem for today. I know I don't have to repeat the line within the stanza, but it just seemed to work out well for yesterday's and today's poem.

Repeating line

Bounce, bounce, bounce
Favorite toy
Of baby boy
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce
Spinning frog
Watching dog
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce
Chewed-up bee
Bad puppy
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce
Sticky legs
Puppy begs
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce
Baby drool
Forms a pool
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce
Baby’s dance
Puppy pants
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bounce, bounce, bounce
On the floor
Then no more
Bounce, bounce, bounce

New week. Yay!

New week. Yay! I tried a repeating line poem. I also walked just under 2 miles in just under 25 minutes today, while pushing a baby stroller. That has to count as a cardio workout. :)

Repeating line

Race, walk, stroll
Race the clouds
Race the wind
Race, walk, stroll

Race, walk, stroll
Race the thunder
Race the lightning
Race, walk, stroll

Race, walk, stroll
Race the rain
Race the storm
Race, walk, stroll

Race, walk, stroll
Race the clock
Race the night
Race, walk, stroll

Shorter poetry this week

Ah, so much creativity happens, not necessarily good, when you are awakened at 3 am and can't get back to sleep until 6 am, only to be awakened again at 7 am. Here is another poem written to fit a tune in Thomas' mobile. This one is NOT about the weather, but about nature.

Verse

The moon leaks light.
Each night she loses more.
The sun can make her again bright,
By reflecting from his store.

The moon grows full;
The sun must be beaming.
Oceans are in the moon’s control
The earth softly is dreaming.

The sun makes light.
And sharing with the moon
Will never make the sun less bright.
Sleep. The sun is rising soon.

Shorter poetry this week

This one is more about the effort than the result.

Park rhyme

We went to see Grandma and Grandpa
At their house
Thomas in his car seat was as quiet
As a mouse
Grandma held Thomas. She doesn’t like
To share him
She kissed him and he giggled. Nothing
Could scare him
We visited and decided to
Walk the park
We went around four times until the
Sky grew dark
We rushed to load Thomas in the car
To drive back
On the road rain was falling and the
Sky turned black
We drove through sheets of rain, bad drivers
And lightning
If Thomas didn’t sleep, it might have
Been frightening
But he slept and we made it back home
Mostly dry
Today Thomas was brave, he didn’t
Even cry

Shorter poetry this week

I am so glad I made it back from the library before the thunder storms started. Got to love Florida summers.

Couplets

The sun was shining. The day was fair.
Thomas and I went out for fresh air.
We took the car; we weren’t in a hurry.
We decided to go to the library.
Miss Louise was there, and hard at work,
But Thomas charmed her and made her shirk –
A little, anyway – there still came
Questions, and queries and more the same.
Summer at the library will be fun.
Something is planned for everyone.
For library’s summer I have seen
Printed in a program of bright green.

Shorter poetry this week

I LOVE rainy days that come at the end of a string of hot, dry days. I'm not so crazy about rainy days that come at the end of a string of wet, dreary days.

We had no problems with the rain, but friends of ours are still a bit nervous.


Friends evacuated
Because of a fire
When they returned
They had no power
They watch as the river
In the back grew higher
They fear a house-flooding
Could come any hour
While they watch they wade through
Swampy mud, muck and mire
That rises with even
A light, late spring shower