Rooted to their spots
Swaying merrily in the wind
Why does the wind sing?
Rooted to their spots
Swaying merrily in the wind
Why does the wind sing?
All things I have
All those
That belong to me
are dear to me
they add value
to me
and my worth
for everyone to see
if these possessions
are not me
what would I lose
if I lost these?
if they are lost
all that will remain
alas
would only be me
And if I actually
lost all these
will I not be
so very free
and when I lose all
and only I am left
wouldn’t it be enough
to be just me

Dark clouds hang heavy
The green grass reflects relief
It’s going to pour
#haiku

One
Among
Multitude
Looking behind
The path she traveled
She claims her destiny
Poised calmly at the portal
To unravel what future holds
For what she will be, is what she is

Colleen has crafted a challenge to write an acrostic poem with a syllable count of 8, 9, or 10 syllables per line or a mixture of these syllable counts, and our choice of words are: MAGICAL, CHARM, SPECTRE, FANTASY, CONJURE, UNICORN, IMAGINATION, ORACLE, or MALEVOLENCE.
I am drawn to the word ORACLE
Now I don’t have a choice
I have used a combination of 8, 9 and 10 syllables, in that order
Here goes…..
Opening and unravelling
Revealing the moments yet to come
Always the stark truth and never to please
Clear as a pure crystal it speaks
Lo behold – hear for what I am shown
Eyes of divine is there for me to see

A slip
A misstep
Unfortunate
oh no
Crack
the sound
Ominous
oh no
the single
bone piece
now discontinuous
oh no
will be
in a cast
for a fortnight
oh no
it’s broken
but will mend
its not heart
you know



simple | level | crumb | fortune| solvent
William was way below the conservative solvent levels. The colony was near starvation. The queen needed to be saved. Any little crumb of food was a fortune for the colony. He was on a simple mission today. Get food or perish.
He emerged from the burrows in the hill they had created. He narrowed his eyes to improve his limited vision.
he was their only hope.
The beak clipped on his torso.
His mission was history.
He could find food.
He was the food.
For the valiant ant of William’s stature, it was the shortest and most unremarkable story
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Little hands
Holds the world
it ain’t big
But then it’s everything
It brings smile
On his lips
And it smiles
Right back on him
There lies
In those eyes
All the joy
The world can bring
It’s immense
Beyond words
Unmeasurable
That feeling
And I hold
The infinite in my hand
it ain’t big
But then it’s everything
#Whatdoyousee
I follow
My dream
I lead
who believe
I have
A destination
I dream
I perceive
I share
the vision
to those
who believe
they walk
with me
they don’t follow
they believe

I guess the fruits
are just two
bitter
or
sweet
which one we get
is through
our intent
and
deed
the taste and texture
bitter or sweet
it springs
from the
seed
the pulp and the colour
taste and smell
is what makes the fruit
and the fruit
hides
the seed