Rose & Thorn Poetry

I was working on a different poem, but I ended up with this one. This morning was not ideal for concentrating, but I was inspired by the craziness nonetheless. My cats normally run around outside chasing insects and lizards. Today it was raining so they were cooped up in my room. Trying to keep them entertained and behaved so I could work was a challenge. Snapshot of Today Toys scattered on the floor, Blanket tent stretched cross the room, The frogs are singing of the rain, The cats are restless as they play. My sister sits on the floor, Earbuds in, notebook out, Text book of anatomy spread about. Oh, there runs the cat. I sit also on the floor, With coffee in hand, Reading, writing, Breaking up the cats fighting. The youngest one, energetic orange ball of fur, Chirps then pounces on his listless sister,  She growls and I wonder when they will tire, And take a nap, surely the energy will expire. Back to work, at least I try, So distracted am ...

I’m posting what I want to call snapshot poetry. It’s a poem I write after seeing a picture that inspires me. I write the poem to describe a picture the way I feel it. I had fun with this one and wrote three different poems.   This is the picture I saw on Pinterest. I did some searching and this is the link for, I think, the original picture:   https://500px.com/photo/223415/its-a-rainy-day-by-vinoth-chandar Photo taken by Vinoth Chandar The Umbrella (component description) Eight suspended nylon wings,   Taffeta stretched between wire ribs. Pointed tips where water drips,   Metal shaft spiked through domed rain shield, Curved hook, a solid grip. The Umbrella (narrative) Lying there it stayed, While the water came to play. The dark clouds foreboding bade, For the sun, they did betray. On its side it lay, In crystal splendor vast arrayed,  The splashed canopy there splayed. In shadows forlorn, beauty it did portra...

Some of My Favorites I like Gold-kissed early mornings, Mist enchanted grassy pastures, Crisp, cold biting air, Whispers. I like Rain beads dripping from leaves, Steam rising from tea, Guitar strings pulsating, Piano notes resonating. I like Long cast shadows, The scent of rose petals, The taste of melted chocolate, The warmth of apple cider. I like How carpet feels beneath bare feet, And how if feels to walk on sand, On cool, smooth wood, On warm concrete. I like Kisses from kittens, Sprinkles on ice cream, A well-worn book, A soft warm bed. I like Yellow flowers with lots of petals, Rainy days and starlit nights, Hugs from dear friends, Finding time to write. I like The number 7, The sound of a kitten’s purr, Seeing the world from towering heights, Watching the sky turn red, purple and gold. I like The sound of a breeze rustling leaves, Spending time climbing trees, The color of a blue green sea, Songs played in minor keys, Milk in a...