A Comparative

This was my poem that I posted on February 13, while we were having our snowstorms.  Our bird feeder was covered and filled with snow and snow was building up below while snow on the branch lowered the feeder even more.  I felt bad for any birds thinking there might be some sustenance there in the storms.

No Drive-Thru

The drive thru is closed

Don't even try it

Don't even come out

And take a fly by it

It's filled up with snow

Right up to the brim

There's no seeds inside

The pickings are slim

If you had been smart

You would have flown south

Where there's plenty of food

To stuff in your mouth.

Instead you are here

Where everything's white

And nothing to eat

Not one little bite

Come back tomorrow

Try us again

I'll put in more seeds

We'll be open at ten.

by Donna JT Smith, 2/13/17

And this is the birdfeeder the next day....

and a few days later after some sunshine...

 I could not make good on my promise to open the diner at 10 o'clock...

 Closed for Renovations

I'm sorry dear birds

but the diner's shut down,

There must be another

Somewhere in this town

a place where a bird 

can get a cold seed

a place to perch feet up

and order some feed

Renovations are needed

so just keep on flying

There's no sense in circling

and calling and crying;

Until further notice, 

We're closed to the public;

We'll see you when snow

Is not a hot topic - 

(have you thought of trying

The seeds in the tropics?)

So ruffle those feathers

Make downy your vest

Find other provisions

While we do our best

To set up another

Fine Diner with view

Where everything's shiny

And spotless

and new.

(and yes, 

there will be 

tropical seeds 

offered, too).

 

©Donna JT Smith, 2/24/2017

And now 2 notices!

1.  I am sending out Peace Postcards, and if you have not gotten one (because I don't have your mailing address or have misplaced it) and would like one - I will send one to you.  Just email me your address here (this is my "junk" email address, for those who are saying, "hey, that's not what I thought her address was!")  So it won't get picked up by bots, and other lots, here it is in code:

D^J^T^S^1972+@-Y^A^H^O^O^.^C^O^M

Take out the ^+- and you have it!  I don't know how effective it is to do that, but it is fun!

 

The poem is 20 stanzas, and I have broken it up into its 20 "pieces" for sending out "peacemeal".  So if you would like a piece of peace, let me know asap and I will send it out likewise!  NEXT FRIDAY, March 3, I will assemble the whole poem here for Poetry Friday, and you will see where your piece fits in.

Now:

2.  Ed DeCaria is once again doing the maddest madness event... "Madness! Poetry brings the excitement of the NCAA March Madness tournament to the world of kids’ poetry. 64 poets from around the world participate in the event; together, these poets write 126 new kids’ poems in just four weeks: IT’S MADNESS!"

The challenge is to write a kid poem within 36 hours using an outrageous word they have been issued.  They are pitted against another poet, and voting ensues!  YOU get to vote, CLASSROOMS get to vote, AUTHLETES (the poets) get to vote, and a winner is named for that bout....and it goes on with other pairs of poets - um, Authletes - until there is one winner.  Go to Ed's site and read all about the Madness! Poetry tournament.  I am doubly excited, because I have been chosen as an Authlete to compete in this epic event!  This is a month-long competition, so visit OFTEN and vote OFTEN!  It starts March 4!

 

It's Poetry Friday and time for MORE POETRY!  

Visit the poetry offerings that our hostess, Karen at Karen Edmisten* has for us!