Monday, April 24, 2017

GloPoWriMo 42417 Nature's Canvas




Nature's Canvas

Note nature's canvas
With its ancient creations
Within today's scenes,
Reminds us its vast power
Transforms our puny paths.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Photo:
flooded river valley beneath
ancient batholith
GloPoWriMo 42417 Tanka
Flickr: Nature's Canvas
Sheri Edwards

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Sunday, April 23, 2017

GloPoWriMo 42317 Elevenie




Elevenies

Brown
Awaiting spring
Where snow's melted
Sprouting blades and buds
Hope


Yellow
Delighting all
Across brown earth
Nurturing souls and appetites
Solace

GloPoWriMo 42317
Sheri Edwards
Elevenies
Flickr: Brown, Yellow


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Thursday, April 20, 2017

GloPoWriMo 42217 Citizens Protect




Citizens Protect

Life: Walk. Breathe. Play. Work.
Environment clean, pristine.
This we do expect
by guidelines from policy,
but new leaders these reject.

Shrewd to disavow
corporation malfeasance
for which rules were set,
these leaders us do forget;
now we citizens protect.


Tanka
GloPoWriMo 42217
EPA

Flickr Citizens Protect
Sheri Edwards

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GloPoWriMo 42117 Unseen Worlds




Unseen Worlds

Barren ground so brown,
trodding over its dreary
path, stopping for breath,
glancing down, stooping to see,
tiny worlds 'til then unseen.

Sheri Edwards
Tanka
Flickr Unseen Worlds
GloPoWriMo
42117

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GloPoWriMo 42017 Games Hide 'n' Seek





Hide 'n' Seek

"Not-it!"
"Not-it!"
Crackling leaves, scattering footsteps;
"123456789-"
"Go somewhere else"
"Shhhhh"
10 11 12 13 14 15"
"Here. No over there."
"16 17 18 19"
Hiders slip in tighter:
Poking twigs pulled away;
Squishing close into hollowed tree;
Lying flat in maple leaves;
Silence, still.
"20-Here I come - ready or not!"
[giggle]
"Shh"
Rush of leaves
Slap on elm bark
"Free!"


GloPoWriMo
Flickr - Games: Hide 'n' Seek
Sheri Edwards
42017

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Wednesday, April 19, 2017

GloPoWriMo 41917 A Brightening




A Brightening

Long ago when rains had poured
And forests stood tall and horrid,
Pixies pranced in meadows near
Happily playing without fear;
Some would hide and others seek,
Under tulips, rocks, and leek;
Foolish ones, to forests flew to hide,
Clinging to dark, then calling for guides,
Lost they were, 'neath mushroom chutes
Dodging owls who warned in hoots,
Panicked pixies together flew,
Into dark and danger to
Plant their lights of five small sparks
Held in deep dark by three folded hearts
Hoping the lost now so far away
In the forests in which they'd foolishly strayed-
Dark and deep, forbidding and frightening
Would see pixie paths the forest floor brightening
Dark in the the shadows once set for sorrow
Now shine the lights of the yellow wood sorrel
So now in the forest the lightness appears
Bright in the shadow, allaying dark fears.


GloPoWriMo 41917
Flickr: A Brightening
Myth
Sheri Edwards


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Tuesday, April 18, 2017

GloPoWriMo 41817 Castle Blade

























Castle Blade

Tall and straight stand the walls of Castle Blade,
Hidhome of the Fairyfree, Underlife of GreenLeaf,
Protector from the Toobright, yellow ball of day,
Defender from the Twofeets,
stompers of soil and sogreen
and destroyers of our GreenLeaf,
where we sing and swirl and dance,
dipping in the morning dew,
flying towards the stars,
flicking sparks and flinging light,
keeping GreenLeaf free and bright--
freezing like vibrant violas
when within Toofeets' sight,
safe inside our walls of Castle Blade.

GloPoWriMo 41817. neologisms . Sheri Edwards
Flickr: Castle Blade


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Monday, April 17, 2017

GloPoWriMo 401717 Nocturne Adrift in Chopin




Nocturne
Adrift in Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2

Before the dark line of twilight
Erases light into dark,
Gaze unto earth's beauty
  Bees flittering
  Birds chattering
  Bugs scattering
  With dark's
    cold
    coming
      on;
Look.
Yellow
Of balsam root
Green
Of Dutch elm
Orange
Of clouds in sunset
Blue
Of flowing river and
Hold.


Hold.

Hold
The breeze
Bathing yellow petals
In the last of sun's warmth as
Bees
Buzz softly on the wind's
Wings
As birds float to tattered
Nests
On wind's strength;
Bugs
Dash beneath the breeze
Hiding beneath pebbles;



               Hold
        light''s
sights
Tight
When
Dark
Winds
howl
On moonless nights.

Hold

And you'll know
All flow onward
Even in dark
              Anticipating
           Dawn
     retracing
    reopening
  its line
 of
light.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sheri Edwards
GloPoWriMo 41717
Flickr
Nocturne Adrift in Chopin’s Op. 9 No. 2

Google doc

Music:
Chopin

Sunday, April 16, 2017

GloPoWriMo 41617 A Letter to Our Flag




~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I write this poem with deep sadness at the division and growing oppression in our country. I titled with red, white, and blue; I focused on "OUR," which I so dream of again. I wrote it faded for my timid attempt to show how now diminished is our once dedication to liberty and justice for all -- people, not corporations. We lived together, now we live divided. Will we overcome our fears of others and our acceptance of disinformation? Will we return to the greatness of innovation in science and the humanities, in the focus on human rights and dignity [which I wrote about yesterday]?

I don't know, but today... I'm sorry to say...

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A Letter to Our Flag

I'm sorry to say
that today
your glorious and
previously esteemed
republic
is no longer one.

Liberty and justice
for all,
the vanguard of your pledge,
is diminished by executive
orders,
is trampled by dismantled
laws,
is restricted
by new regulations
that,
in treasonous
assaults on
the people,
give that freedom
to the corporate
greed.

Allegiance
is from the billionaires
who grant servitude to sycophants
while previous
patriots of freedom's dreams
are enemies of the people,
where the people
are now the autocrats
whose peons
trample
liberty and justice
to any who disagrees.

I'm sorry to say
the republic
now stands
for illiteracy, lies, untruths,
distractions, discrimination,
opaqueness, and propaganda;
not one nation,
but one authority,
someone else's god,
divided,
with corporate rule for all.

I'm sorry to say
our republic
is no vanguard
but a vestige
of human rights;
its dogma now
fascist ideology.

I'm sorry to inform you
for this oath,
I cannot pledge.


GloPoWriMo 41617
Letter/Poem
Flickr: A Letter to Our Flag
Sheri Edwards

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Saturday, April 15, 2017

GloPoWriMo Looking for "Us"




Looking for the "Us"

When we look up,
up above,
the sight we see,
both you and me,
is the sky of blue
with clouds in view--
all do see our sky,
the sky of earth,
the sky so blue.

So why on earth,
our one earth,
under our one sky,
why oh why
can we not see
the daily things in
family and community
like our sky of blue
holds that truth

in our oneness,
see the other
in brotherhood
and sisterhood,
in our common,
in our community,
in our one global
community
looking
for our "us":
living, loving humanity?

Sheri Edwards
@grammasheri
Flickr



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