Picnic on the Pedernales by my friend Darrell Williams. Posted with his permission.
Some poems provoke:
“Picnic on the Pedernales last eve;
Sunset infused with colors;
(Did it go around the earth’s bottom;
To be captured by camera this morning?}
Good night’s sleep, cat nearby;
Sudden burst aloud in laughter encountering a poem;
Now soft warm memories of a sunset evening in the canoe;
With Patricia.
Looks to be a nice day, today.”
A sunset full of memories
Honeysuckle is the taste of my youth
Nectar teased out of the petal base
Only a drop, but it was enough
I now prefer the aroma
While passing near the vine
It slows down the passing of time
Recalling the taste of my youth, honeysuckle
Fond memories
NaPoWriMo Day 26
Before history
Life encompassed art, music
Search to find your muse
Beginning oil painting (this sketch in one color only: raw umber), definitely a challenge for me
NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 25
Evening primrose
Spring pink blooms unfurl gently
Beauty beckoning
Evening primrose and friend
NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 24
Full ponds and warm weather
A sure sign that it’s spring
Making the frogs hop and sing
‘Tis the season for their song
Their serenade lasts for hours and hours
Invading my sleep, making it sour
How do I request an owl fly over
Just a need a little silence
Before throwing shoes over the fence
I considered retaliation
Singing before dawn on the pond banks
Disturbing the frogs in the tanks
My neighbors might take offence
Feed me to the frogs, claiming self defense
Turn up their air conditioner and sleep soundly
Stupid frogs
I know you are in there. I can hear you.
NaPoWriMo 2014 Day 23
