May Visual Poetry Prompt

Bartholomew Barker from Living Poetry is the host: https://livingpoetry.net/2022/05/02/may-visual-poetry-prompt-4/

Sweet child on the hill
Do you know you are great?
With warm breezes you sit
Nature will stay and wait.

Sweet child on the hill
Watch the birds fly high
Catching the wind
Under their wings, they fly

Sweet child on the hill
Hold your memories tight
Flowers, sunshine, warmth
Be bathed in Spring’s delight.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Haibun Wednesday, May 4, 2022

Donna is the host of this Go Dog Go Cafe prompt: https://godoggocafe.com/2022/05/04/haibun-wednesday-may-4-2022/

Your prompt this week is to write about the season you are in and something you do during that season. Go where the prompt leads.

Spring

Time to water and watch buds bloom. In a new place this year where new plants are popping up everywhere. The birds and squirrels eagerly look for nourishing treats.
Enjoying the warm
Evening breezes delightful
Smell the Earth’s perfume
©2022 CBialczak Poetry

Dancing Trees – 171 Words

Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words

By Gypsie-Ami Offenbacher-Ferris

Response to picture for
Simply Six Minute Challenge
05/03/22 Hosted by Stine Writing and Miniatures
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“Look Mama! The trees are dancing again!”

The tiny mother fairy flitted closer to her even tinier girl-child, enjoying the wonder on her daughters face as she watched the magic of the forest.

“They dance for you my little one, a very special honor because it means you are an Earth fairy, to protect and nourish all things of the Earth, living and inert my little love.”

“You mean like the dancing trees and singing rocks Mama, like those you mean and the rivers and animals and humans too Mama, right?”

“Well, I, I had never considered it but, as you said it then it must be so my child, so yes, humans too, although you know it is forbidden to be seen by one, don’t you?”

“Yes Mama, then we…

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Elephant Trees ~ #Simply6Minutes

The Ramblings of E.M. Kingston

Image Credit: Digital Photo Pix

There’s a place, not known to thee

Where the forest grows some elephant trees

Were they once vines? I’ll never know

Did Jack’s Giant put on a show?

For the trunks branch down from heaven

There’s not one, ten, or even seven

Many elephants turned into wood

At least that’s what I see, what I understood

The forest of snouts is a miracle to see

A good place to climb or get down on one knee

The sun shines through a waving breeze

I hope all of those elephants never have to sneeze!

© E.M. Kingston, 2022 ~ All Rights Reserved.


Written for Stine Writing’s Simply 6 Minutes

I didn’t get many words on this one, as I am not usually a rhyming poet 🙂

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