Februarys song.

Not too satisfied with this one, but it is what it is... can't seem to get the last verse right.

Februarys Song

Februarys almond blossoms

the telltale sign of spring.

Winters fading quickly now

and with its end it brings

Jonquils breaking through the earth

with gently falling rain

renewal shows its just washed face

and hope is born again.

He rose. He rose. Believers say

and church bells freely ring.

Voices blend in harmony

but I can’t hear them sing.

My mind is filled with listening

to yesterdays now gone

how comforting the melody

of Februarys song

copyright 2/20/2012vrd

Jenny

Ok I've decided on a picture

This should be challenging ....even this blog is proving to be challenging.. doesn't seem to be working right tonight.. don't want the text to be centered but evidently it wants to be right square in the middle and no matter how many times I click on align left... it goes right back to the middle. Phooey and darn. Oh well, it's late tonight and I am tired.. but tomorrow I will tackle this picture and I will write a poem to it. Have to.  Need to get my muse back.

What do three pink roses

five silver keys

one fat cat

and

a sock monkey

have in common? 

This is what I have to figure out.. try to make some sense or nonsense out of this silly picture.

A fat gray cat

seems nonchalant

but I know he sees

and is waiting

for

just one move

from the organ grinders kid

and on him he will pounce

as if to say

the roses are the key

they're placed here just for me

Ugggg  can't get any inspiration from this picture..  just going to forget it for now and concentrate on something new.. J

February Poem

Each month we are to write a poem for the next month.. I'm behind a month but that's ok. I am just getting back to writing after more than three years. It's hard getting back, just think I used to write every day, even if it were a line or two, but now I am having difficulty even thinking of what to write. Once before I just couldn't think of a topic and so I started writing to a picture. Maybe I'll do that again. Good idea I think. J

A haiku is 17 syllables.. 5, 7, 5

the sun is shinning
but baby it's cold outside
not going out there

So comes the gray skies
the long cold days of winter
freezing my body

Ah, there's the sunset
over where the grass is green
way beyond the bridge