The mountains are a
looming above the lake,
wisps over white paint palette
over misty memories
of summer storms.
poem- When I met his eyes November 4, 2022
(Sometimes the breakdown of a relationship is not a surprise to folks watching from the outside).
When I met his eyes
I saw into the depths
saw his emptiness
He knew I knew
His fake jokes couldn’t mask
the pain he’d cause.
He looked away,
alarms his charms didn’t sway me.
I could see.
his false smile
piled on adoration
while he crafted
has strength beyond
poem-seasonal shift October 2, 2022
Leaping into leaves.
This is a Kelly lune, a triplet poem with syllable count 3,5,3.
poem-peaceful August 31, 2022
Curled up comma, figure in curly fur,
beside me, softly snoring,
my happy puppy dreams.
This is a KIMO poem. The kimo has a single image, no rhyme, 3 lines, with 10-7-6 syllable count.
poem- I saw a shooting star August 29, 2022
I saw a shooting star
while letting out the dog:
a streak across the sky.
The dog squatted in the grass while
A weary traveler burned through our
My upward glance made me a witness
and I must say, that meteor’s end
poem- feeling beachy November 18, 2020
Deep thinking trickles like sand
I’m seeking peace:
waves wash over me.
Demo cinquain poem for class today. Kids chose theme of beach, and I wrote a line with a different poetic device in each: alliteration, assonance, consonance, onomatopoeia, internal rhyme. Turns out, it sounds better in reverse, so that’s the version you see here.