Set The Bird Free

Here is the strange and fascinating fact I used to help write a poem: Leonardo da Vinci was a vegetarian and animal rights activist, he would buy caged birds and set them free.

Tweet, I hear from the marketplace
I follow the sad sweet music to a stall
I look upon the sad face
It tweets the saddest tune
Locked in a cage the bird sits
I take my purse; produce a coin
I take the cage in my hand
I walk from the marketplace
Down we go to far away
An open field I finally stop
I open caged door
Fly free bird, fly free, take to the wind
I’ve done my duty to free the caged bird
Bird takes to wind; flaps it’s wings thank you
Then it is gone; another caged bird free

April 30 prompt from this site


Echos Travel

I chose this Plath poem: February 1, 1963: “Words”

Echos travels across the howling desert
On winds they travel far and wide
Hungry to reach the other end
To send a message of which I don’t know
Their words are an empty blur
Only if you listen carefully
Can you dissect what they might say

April 29 prompt from this site

Photo Adventure Postcard

Hope to see you soon as we finish a week on our adventure. We walked
through dense trees snapping photos as we went. Nature surrounded us
at every corner. Through lens they stared at us. Waterfalls refreshed
the gloom of forest. Natures beauty at its finest. Quietly watch wild
animals at their play. Saw dynamic clouds with sunset as the day closed
to an end. Will show photos of our exciting adventure. See you very soon!

April 28 prompt from this site

Child Leads Nature Forward

Sun golden stands large in the sky
Watches over all in with stern eyes
A naked child sits astride a horse
Waving his red standard to the world
He brings simplicity and new life
Sunflowers behind grow their leaves strong
The child leads them out of the garden
To bring new life to the front
In his innocence to restore broken world
Torn apart from war and death
Nature will come again
To bring perfect conformity to the world

April 27 prompt from this site

Trying To Chase Cat

The scent enters my nostrils
I inhale deeply categorizing the scent
It hits me and know before I see it
I slink forward on my paws
Cool breeze rustles my fur
As it seem to stand on end
Silent I try to approach
I see it move quickly way
Through my eyes in semi-color
I see that cat;
Her tail flicking back and forth
I huff out my bark;
Short crisp, to the point
I huff again hearing my voice
Rise an extra pitch to tell cat
What I think I of chasing her
My paws prance on pavement
As I continue forward
Pavement hot between my pads
I ignore as I finally run
To chase cat ahead of me
She runs away as I try to move faster
But, owner keeps me from the chase
I a huff, I stop near grass
Bend down tear off a piece
A little dry and sweet in texture
But OK for me to continue to eat
As my query got away from me

April 26 prompt from this site

Chocoholic Warning

Do not let the chocoholic have more than two pieces of small chocolate
From a bag or else they could die from eating the whole thing
If it is a bar, only break cleanly on the edges and give one strip
To do otherwise could result in chocolate overdose
In case of overdose on chocolate:
Check the eyes and make sure they aren’t rimmed with red
Trying to stay awake all-night because now they are on a sugar high
Make sure they speak coherently and not stuttering and splattering their words
There could be cramps, swelling of the stomach, shaking uncontrollably, zoning out
If the recommend chocolate dose is too much
Watch the chocoholic carefully when prescribing the chocolate and look for those signs mentioned above
Dark chocolate is most recommended because of its benefits
Please only serve one strip, two small pieces or one square for dark chocolate
Milk chocolate is OK but only small quantities
White chocolate, is that even chocolate at all, but also taken as small dose
Above all DON’T let the chocoholic eat chocolate by themselves for it could be fatal
If they do not watch how much they consume

April 25 prompt from this site

Elegy of Grandpa

I never knew you well
Taken away on death’s wings
When I was only four
You would never watch me grow-up
I would never get to hear your stories
Or continue to seeing the grinning smile
You never got a chance to help shape me
As I grew from child to adult

I was not sure how to take your death
I was young and didn’t understand
With what my little brain could process
I clung to grandma like glue after funeral
Not wanting to let her go
Afraid she would disappear too
Everyone among our small family then
Was in grief and very sad
To have someone die at age sixty

From you and grandma now
A large growing family we have
Your three children to seven grands
That now have given ten great-grands
They abound grandmas house
Filling the walls with laughter
She said she is blessed to still be here
To watch her and your grands and greats grow
Who knows how big our family will continue to grow

April 24 prompt from this site