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Printed from https://web1.writing.com/main/books/item_id/2227002-Random-Acts-of-Poetry/day/3-23-2025
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Rated: 13+ · Book · Emotional · #2227002

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.
March 23, 2025 at 11:11am
March 23, 2025 at 11:11am
#1085880

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."


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Task Prompt:
Write a nature poem where “nature” is talking about humans.
March 23, 2025 at 7:39am
March 23, 2025 at 7:39am
#1085873
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 !Open in new Window.

Prompmaster!

Prize Prompt:
The thing an owl would explain to you at midnight.


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