Poetry Friday

It is almost March... shhh! 

We have had torrential rains ... removing the snow from the face of our space on earth... it was over 50 yesterday... we've had thunder and lightning...  the dog can't keep her nose off the ground for more than a second (I'm surprised she isn't tripping over it)!
Spring might be coming...

 I woke to find it Winterless.

Will winter rebound?

Or spring abound?

My hound

a-bounding

with nose to the ground

has found

Spring.

Found Object - Ground!  Shhh!!!

Laura Shovan is wrapping up her birthday month in layer upon layer of poetry written in response to Found Objects.  As the month winds down to its extra day, there have been so many poems written!  She has quite an array of poems for this month - from poetry about blood-letting to lost shoes to skulls... You should hop on over there and peel back a few layers to see what February is holding.
She has had some guest hosts, too, and in case you missed it, I hosted last Wednesday, and Michael Ratcliffe is hosting today's Found Object poems.

My poem for today was in response to Jessica Bigi's picture of a stack of cardboard.

Day 26: 

Cycles (to the rhythm of "The Cow Jumped Over the Moon")

Hey, tacky-tacky

This paper is stacky.

The jet flew over the sun.

Though sunset not pink

The orb gave me a wink,

“I’ll return when recycling’s done.”

©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved

ONE With the Tree

I freeze on the tree

I am ONE with the tree

I AM the tree

To act like a tree

One must BE the tree

When I am the TREE

You don’t see me

I am the perfect

Camouflagee

Even my eggs like free-

Falling seeds

Drop from me

When I am

The tree

I AM the perfect

Camouflagee

Or am I

The tree?

©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved

Yesterday's poem was in response to a whole bunch of labeled keys hanging on a panel.  Again, see Laura's site for the image.  I headed off in some direction and just let it keep going until it ended.  It was kind of a rabbit trail and Alice in Wonderland concoction that had me wondering where it was going as I wrote it.  Fortunately, for all of us, it finally ended.

Day 25

Key to Happiness

Alice to herself:

“Which do you pick, Alice

Which key will you choose?

If you pick the wrong one

You could stand to lose…”

“There’s really no wrong choice,”

She heard Cheshire Cat say,

“So pick any one;

Don’t think, don’t delay.”

Alice to herself:

“Be cautious, my dear,

Use careful detection;

One key could be lucky,

So take care in selection.”

“Please, go on,” said Cheshire,

“And make one your choice;

One key’s for a clock,

One’s for a Rolls Royce.”

Alice to herself:

“If you pick the wrong key

Don’t pout at your lot;

Perhaps it will still be

A pretty good spot.”

“Which one?” asked the Cat,

The big or the little?

The left or the right?

Or one in the middle?”

Alice to herself:

“One key may unlock

The best kind of thing,

Or maybe the worst

Is what it will bring.”

“There’s really no wrong choice,”

Cheshire Cat said once more,

“So pick any one, dear;

Just not 74.”

Alice to herself:

“Well, here goes nothing,

I’ll just take the dive

And say I want key number

One hundred five.”

“Oh, very good choice

You’ve done very well,

For this is the key

For something so swell!”

Alice to herself:

“Something that’s swell

Sounds pretty great!”

And with that CC handed her

Keys to some skates.

Then Alice went swiftly

Off down the street

Rejoicing that she’d

Picked a key that was sweet.

It wasn’t a Rolls Royce

Or other grand treasure

But a smallish-foot-sized

Bringer-of-pleasure!

©2016, Donna JT Smith, all rights reserved

And with that, I urge you to visit other Poetry Friday offerings!  Go to Liz Steinglass' page and look for more links to the world of poetry!