A Fall Day

Solid bricks beneath my feet,

Black hose snakes across my path,

Blue sky above.

Warm bricks beneath my cheek,

Leaves flutter across my lips,

Realization sets in.

Ripping pain through my arm,

Blue, black, and red,

Broken hand.

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Poetry Writing Workshop 9-9-2015

Join me and others from the Writer’s Writing group for our first poetry workshop!

Wednesday, September 9th, 2015 at the Coastal Carolina Community College library at 6:30 p.m. The college is located on Western Boulevard in Jacksonville, North Carolina. Parking is free.

For this first poetry workshop, the focus will be on reading and writing poetry and verse for enjoyment and inspiration.

During the workshop, we will

* Learn tips and tricks for poetry writing

* Write poetry using prompts and literary devices

* Share our creative work

* Encourage each other

* Have FUN

* Learn how poetry can enhance your life and your writing–even if you don’t write poetry.

You don’t want to miss out on this enjoyable evening. Bring a notebook, something to write with, and a beverage.

You do not need to be a member of the Writers Writing group to attend—everyone is welcome but please R.S.V.P. below as space is limited.

Hope to see you there!

For more information: poseysalem (at) gmail (dot) com or http://www.meetup.com/JacksonvilleWriters/events/225074679/

 

Golden Ribbons Swirl

Marmalade Sea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I hear the sound of the whistle, and the splash of water.

The sun is waking, over the sleepy sea.

Spreading shimmering light, upon the waters.

Golden ribbons swirl, in a gelatinous sea.

Washing over sandy hues, drenching tooth and tongue.

Sweet tang bursts forth. Taste explodes!

Senses awash, in orange flavor.

Tea and marmalade.

tea and marmalade

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 (c) 2015 Posey Salem, April 6, 2015

Outside the Lines

Coloring JoyIf you are still battling the winter doldrums

or can’t face another Monday,

it’s time to shake things up!

Just for today,

do something you don’t normally do.

Live on the edge,

just for a little while.

Color your life,

outside the lines,

and enjoy the bliss.

Fling off the remnants of winter,

Have lunch with a friend,

Say something silly,

Laugh till it hurts,

Sing out loud,

Do something unexpected,

Rock the boat,

Make some waves,

Turn the volume up,

Buy something just for you,

Shake things up,

Take a risk,

Dance and feel the bliss,

Color outside the lines,

Call someone you miss,

Get carried away,

Order dessert,

Climb out of the box,

Shout, Woo Hoo!

Make someone smile,

Sing a song,

Jump for joy,

Have a great day!

Posey 3/29/15

Ever Forward

As day draws to a close,

I hear the song of movement,

Upon, the lonely tracks.

 

Chugging forward,

Ever forward,

One, be-fore the other.

 

No screeching brakes,

No whistle blowing,

Head to tail they move.

 

Chugging forward,

Ever forward,

The cows…are heading home.

 

Cows on the tracks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(c) March 9, 2015 by Posey Salem

Day two of the Cool Cat Writers 30-Day Writing Challenge

Young and Fearless

Tall TreesMy son was quite the climber,

When he was a toddler.

He climbed up counters, he climbed stacked boxes;

He climbed up poles but was not obnoxious.

 

One day I found him atop a 25 foot tree,

He was only the tender age of three.

It was a tall, spindly tree,

And there he was laughing hysterically.

 

The tree was young and flexible,

Like the child clinging to it inapprehensible.

Flying through the air in wide arcs of six feet,

He swayed back and forth—the ride was a treat.

 

His laughter increased with each wild sway,

I called him to come down, but he didn’t obey.

Back and forth he swayed—fearless he was.

Back and forth he swayed—anxious I was.

 

Back and forth my mind desperately searched,

For a safe way to get him un-perched.

I watched transfixed as the tree stopped swaying,

Down he scampered while I stood praying.

 

Back and forth we swayed as I held my son close,

Back in my arms a midst the undergrowth.

Posey Salem |  February 22, 2015

Photo by Pippalou on morguefile.com

Tug-of-War

snowy flowersFebruary is almost finished and the weather is up then down then all around. One day we are bundled up for winter’s blast and then a day to two later we are outside in T-shirts and sandals.

Avi, studied climatology and meteorology when he was in college. He explained that mixed up weather is very typical as one season releases and the next one increases.

Recently, I’ve been reading poetry; poems from long ago that I truly enjoyed. Short list of some of the authors Sandburg, Cummings, Nash, Longfellow, Joyce, Frost, and Tennyson. As I was thinking about the weather and the seasons changing, all their wonderful words inspired me…I hope you like this rhyme.

Tug-of-War

Winter clings to each day,

For it does want to stay.

 

Spring is approaching,

It won’t stop encroaching.

 

Back and forth relentlessly,

Tugging and pulling contentiously.

 

One day it’s cold with snow,

You’re shoveling flakes from the patio.

 

Next it’s warm with a blustery blow,

Oh my gosh, there goes your chapeau!

 

Back and forth relentlessly,

Tugging and pulling contentiously.

 

The tug-of-war between seasons,

Will it ever come to completions?

by Posey Salem 2015

What are your favorite poems about seasons and weather?  Please share with us.

Photo: by chelle on morguefile.com