24 Hour Poetry Competition - Subject: Home and Garden

[katydidthat]

OK, another poetry competition ... original poems welcomed, poems written by others are accepted.  

The winner will be decided by kudos received, there will be also be a Judge's Prize decided by the judge.  The judge is ME.  

I hate my little unit,

The layout is quite stupid

The sound of traffic going past

Might make me quite insane at last. 

The neighbours mow their lawns

At seven in the morns

And all of them choose a different day

To take my sleep away.  

[bluecat*dancing]

Sunlight through the window

Prismic hues dance across the room

Birdsong fills the silence

Darkness in the shadows loom

Children's laughter lingers

Gone too soon.

[bluecat*dancing]

Cat asleep on the couch

Cat asleep on the chair

Cat asleep in a basket

Another cat over there

Dog asleep on the floor

In the aviary budgies fair

I am in the recliner

Not going anywhere

[the_great_she_elephant]

My mother once  gave me a cutting of Syringa (English Lilac) It grew for seven years in my garden with never a flower, and then, in the Spring follwing her death, it blossomed for the first time.

A GIFT OF LILAC

Today your English Lilac is in bloom,

Serene amongst my tough Australian trees,

A gracious lady waltzing in the breeze,

Sprig muslin gowned, with delicate perfume.

That gentle fragrence draws my heart again

Down love-lit memories; mingles, for a while,

Your voice, your face, the larksong of your smile

With Spring-silk wheat and Suffolk summer rain.

We'll walk no more in cornfields, you and I

(Petals like ashes fall and perfumes fade,)

But faithful still, my love, which cannot die,

Will cross the changing seasons, unafraid;

And in sweet fragments of recaptured hours,

Remember you - each time your Lilac flowers. 

[katydidthat]

Thanks, Bluecat and TGSE ...

One of the things I like about poems is the ability to express so much in so few words.

[bright.ton42]

Remembrance

the garden waits

and so  do I

for spring to curl its warmth

around the shadows dark

and blossom

to send its sweet fragrance

into lonely corners

of the garden

and my heart

And buds will bloom
where before
there was the barren  soil
of winter
hard to bear

The garden waits
and so do I

[katydidthat]

Bright.ton ... me too ...

[bright.ton42]

I'm sorry Katy            

[katydidthat]

Don't be sorry, Bright.ton ... be happy that you can communicate your feelings.

[watta*drama*queen]

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@katydidthat wrote:


One of the things I like about poems is the ability to express so much in so few words.

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