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A Clerihew


My Dad, has trophies, for growing flowers
Superhero, with Dahlia powers
Charming the sweet pea to hypnotically weave
Training stem, petal, pollen till perfection achieved


A Clerihew, a four-line biographical poem for NaPoWriMo2015.


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Camellia

Outside my window
And in plain view
Posy petals
Glisten in dew

Dreaming of days
Dazzling and bright
And envy of Kings
In summer delight

Pink tulle tutus
Tipping to bow
Flowing confetti
“Grazie” then “Ciao”

©2015 Janice Turner Salmon. All rights reserved.

For Day 22 of NaPoWriMo2015


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I Know…..

The amount of midges
Mulling on the lawn
Impressive as a bog
Said the eager frog

I know the Black Bird
Bustled them all
Beating his wings
Makin a din of things

I know the Bee fellow
Watched Black Bird flee
Thinking thankfully
Now Peace will be

Day 20 of NaPoWriMo 2015


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Day 19 of NaPoWriMo.

I’m late to the NaPoWriMo party, but better late…..Day 19 challenge is to write a Landay;

Primroses plated
Like pavlovas –
Baked to perfection
Pudding pies laid
To masquerade

Petals of palest
White lace patterns –
Peacefully at home
Luxuriating
Stay, remain


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A Days Work…..

What did you do today?
I pushed out the boat
Watched over my shores
Kept possibilities afloat

I swaggered the banner
And raised the tide
Worked through anguish
For our sense of pride

I swept out the doubts
That folded around
Housing cool whispers
Putting fears to ground


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Orange Sky

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O sun streak through
Alabaster days
Banish weak torment
Of the morning haze

Glisten into the sea
Adorn the mighty waves
Flee the blinding mists
Brighten with golden rays

Bring forth the spirit
Of dawn full of praise
Sing from dismal slumber
Out of this dark phase

For WPC: Orange

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Future Anxiety

A path, a continual
Fear, willing to hope
A daily ritual
Of being able to cope

Future visions to wait
New plans to withhold
The old, the same state
The constant same old

The picture, a dream
To feel self esteem
Not wanting to scream

No bird flying high
High flying to the sky
……..Just scraping on by

Your prompt: future
Today’s form: sonnet
Today’s device: chiasmus


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Landscape

A squirrel
Leaps abound
Shaken leaves downed
Pine needles found
Trodden into the ground

Foliage
And wood
Mache into mud
Soft under foot
Where tractor wheels cut

Rustling
Of debris
Skyward and see
Birds fly free
Rhythm of land, of tree

Writing 201
Your prompt: landscape
Today’s form: found poetry
Today’s device: enumeratio, it basically means constructing a list, a successive enumeration (duh!) of multiple elements in the same series.