Crimson’s Creative Challenge #58

Treasure Trove 

What have we here? 

A small treasure trove? 

Found from the earth 

Perhaps in the grove. 

In the grove of trees 

Where fruit will grow 

Places to find fortune 

to reap and to sow. 

Under that old tree 

There used to be a crate 

Now that old brown box  

Holds treasure that is great.  

New World

The world I see is soft
it has the deepest hues
and if I were to scream
I’d only share my blues. 

For if I share my pain
and have you feel it too
I’d love you even more
For doing what you do.

My sorrow would be blue
My happiness in green
My terror would be red
you’re knowing what I mean.

When it is time to sleep
I hope you’ll sleep with me
For in the black of night
With you is where I’ll be.

When I wake its yellow
or maybe even pink
Colors are so vivid
At least that’s what I think!

Can you share my vision
of brightness in all shades?
My world will be quite bright
in all that God has made.

A Name A Day: Russell

Acrostic Poem

Feel free to participate in A Name A Day. Write a story, poem, or something about a real individual you know with the name of the day. If you have a name that you would like for the blog please send me a message. Please keep it all positive.  

This is part of my positivity plan. Allowing others to see their names in print and then stories or poems that are positive about them is reinforcing to adults and children.  

Enjoy this! I will post a few random names until people choose to participate and give some names. I will continue as long as people would like to participate. I believe it will be nice for any blogger to share with a friend or family member poems “about them” from so many talented writers. Enjoy! 

FOWC with Fandango: detective

I want to be a detective

Before he even knew how to write his own name he knew he wanted to be a detective. He loved finding things and would help his mom and dad when they said they lost things. When he turned five his grandma bought him his own magnifying glass and special hat, so that he looked like this famous detective his dad told him about, Mr. Sherlock Holmes. He didn’t really know much about Mr. Sherlock but he did know he was a great detective. When he turned six his dad bought him his own fingerprint detecting kit with a real brush and special powder to find hidden fingerprints. It wasn’t until he turned eight that he realized he was missing something. He didn’t know exactly what, but he figured if he read enough detective stories he would be able to solve his own mystery. So he started reading and kept reading, always looking for that “thing” that would make him a true detective.

Well this continued throughout his adolescent years and even into his teenage years, even though he never shared this secret with anyone. He didn’t want people to know that he would be a famous detective someday, that would blow his cover. So for now, as a teen, he kept reading and continued to search for what he felt was missing from his dream. It wasn’t until the day of his high school graduation that he realized what he had been looking for all these years. It was his ticket to adulthood, his free pass to success, his voucher for a future; college.