Classic poem of the day
Hand in hand they dance in a row,
Hither and thither, and to and fro,
Flip! Flap! Flop! and away they go—
Flutt'ring creatures as white as snow,
Like restive horses they caper and prance;
Like fairy-tale witches they wildly dance;
Rounded in front, but hollow behind,
They shiver and skip in the merry March wind.
One I saw dancing excitedly,
Struggling so wildly till she was free,
Then, leaving pegs and clothes-line behind her,
She flew like a bird, and no one can find her.
I saw her gleam, like a sail, in the sun,
Flipping and flapping and flopping for fun.
Nobody knows where she now can be,
Hid in a ditch, or drowned in the sea.
She was my handkerchief not long ago,
But she'll never come back to my pocket, I know.
member poem of the day
Birdsong teases the dawn awake, a somber jamboree in the fleeing darkness.
Sky gradually unfolds to reveal one peeking Sun, golden eye glinting from horizon’s cover.
Easterly winds caress the goosebumps on my bare skin, filling my lungs with life’s warmth.
The garden’s leaves are garbed in dewy robes of prismatic light that flickers slightly in the exhaling morn.
The world is a woman, with swaying hips and cooing voice that serenades the soul.
Amber fire streaks across her hair as the Sun hoists itself over horizon handhold.
Sweet icy air comes in, and goes out my lungs, and with each breath the birds’ song swims towards a tingling crescendo.
The hairs on my skin reach into the growing golding expanse in reverent worship.
My breath catches in my throat and for a moment, silence is all there is, an ethereal hymn that envelops me in its welcoming arms.
In this moment I close my eyes and lean my head on the Earth’s bosom, Gaia’n heartbeat filling me with roaring life.
Tears trek down my face and dive into the puddles below, and with each ripple from each drop I am pulled back into reality’s reverie.
My heart aches and I know that each waking day will touch my soul until the pains of life are too great to bear.