A poem a day keeps the cobwebs off my keyboard. |
| A place for the poetry that I will need to write now that I made a special book for it. |
I overheard the birds and bees talking to the flowers and trees. There was some consternation in their conversation. For all creatures seem to find their lives are intertwined, and in fact, seem designed to serve the beings called mankind. The bee said to the bird “Of their greed, have you heard? My honey, they come and take it as quick as I can make it”. The bird answered the bee: “Yet, look here, can you see? In the season of my need They fill this dish with seed.” The tree complained to the flower: "Over all mankind I do tower, and yet, I am easily felled. But why? I cannot tell." The flower told the tree: "If only you could see the beauty of the things the crafting of your wood will bring." "Because mankind wants you they restore and they plant you. This is what a flower knows - For every one of us that grows for every stem they cut, they prize and make dozens more of us arise. Mankind is not our enemy When we exist in harmony." Written for "PromptMaster !" Task Prompt: Write a nature poem where “nature” is talking about humans. |
| Who goes there? calls the owl. Who walks in the darkest hour whose waking hours ought to be day whose footsteps are sure to scare away the mouse that is my rightful prey? Who invades my midnight world who walks beneath these branches gnarled whose presence disturbs my feathered head who dares these forest floors to tread when he should be at home in bed? I own this world of blackest night that my wings sweep o'er in silent flight in which my ears find without fail each tiny foot or swinging tail. Who are you?, the owl said. Go back home and go to bed. Written for "PromptMaster !" Prompmaster! Prize Prompt: The thing an owl would explain to you at midnight. |