Daffodils

Inspired by Mick E. Talbot who introduced me to Elfje…

Bulbs
Sprout green
Their fingers reaching
Towards the golden sunlight
Blooming.

By Sarah ©2017

Image credits By Sarah ©2017

Author’s Note: These bulbs were in the ground when we moved into our house in 2011. Every year, I try to dig them up (I’m not a fan of daffodils) and the following year, they continue to pop up again. It’s become a bit of a household joke about the daffs’ resilience and persistence. At least I got a poem out of them this time…

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix, 19 August 2017 – garden

The Meddler

meddling in
everyone’s affairs.
don’t you have anything better to
do with your time?
licking the spoon after you stir the pot,
enjoying the chaos and confusion.
really? you’re just sad.

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: meddle

Warbling

I
hear
warbling
from your perch
high above the ground
using slang I don’t understand

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt by Urban Poetry: Challenge Prompt #1 – To Fib or Not To Fib, Word: slang

The Fibonacci sequence works like this. “The number of syllables in each line of the poem is the sum of the previous two lines: 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8. “The constrained form makes you very conscious of word choice.” – PoetryFoundation.Org