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Roses are red
Violets are blue
The world’s an explosion
Of a kaleidoscope hue
From the tip of the mountain
To the last ocean view
Of hickory and alabaster
Marigold, indigo, and emerald too
Lilac and teal that never will stop
All exclaiming that I love you
Written for What Do You See #275
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Pressed with a thousand needs
I repeat a familiar creed
One thing at a time
It’s the whole of my rhyme
Like the echo of a chime
One thing at a time
Slowly, like a sprouting seed
I look up and see I’ve done the deed
Written for Wea've Written Weekly.
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Children sit beneath the spreading trees and read
Read
While the impatient wind turns the pages, wanting more
More
For who can ever have enough of such wonderful books?
Books
Sparrows above stop to peer down at the pages wherein
In
Dragons govern, heroes rise, fairies frolic, and villains lie
Lie
Even squirrels share stories while collecting scarlet berries
Berries
Written for W3: Wea've Written Weekly
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When my fairy godmother gave me this room
It was green and fresh; ready to bloom
Light filtered in one sunbeam at time
Filling the space with possibilities sublime
Here a chair and there a shelf of books
And a wave of a wand would make a cheerful nook
A place to take a seat and rest and sing
To take shelter from every trying thing
Alas, what great curse has come upon me?
What witch cackles at my sufferings with glee?
Where once I sat sheltered from life’s storm,
The light is darkening fast and goblins swarm
The room is weed-choked and far too stale
And I, only a princess, am far too frail
To lift up a hand and lift this vile curse
Is there no rescue from this wretched verse?
And yet - if I move this chair, throw out this box
Scare off the goblins and banish the rotting socks
Perhaps I can at least begin to reclaim my own;
Yank out the weeds and dust around my throne
Find the edges of the room and let the light back in
When the room is clear once more; at last begin
To wave a magic magic wand at possibility
And recreate a majestic haven of tranquility
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Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Scarlet flowers bloom ahead
Bobbing in sunbeams
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
While the sun strikes the water
Flashing like ice cream
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Race the sun until the end
Catching one last gleam
Written for What Do You See #274