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
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!
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
Hoof beats on the trail
Thundering a mile away
Drumming into ground surface
You could hear ground shake
See the dirt fly in all direction
They rush by like melting watercolors
Legs churning the dirt beneath
They gallop by like the rush of the wind
All you might catch is the tail end
Of a herd of horses streaking by
April 26th Prompt: Think of a time when you saw a group of animals moving together: a buffalo stampede on TV, dogs running on a beach, birds flocking, giraffes or elephants on a safari, fish in an aquarium. Write a poem about that movement.
Around three-way perimeter.
With weapons of needles
They handle with great care.
Tall curvy grasses giggle
Hiding their secrets
During early spring.
Perhaps, it is
Another baby deer born.
Battles are raged
On rainy days
Lake or swamps
Rush into form
As they change
Landscape at their will.
Walk upon ground
To find a hole
Lurking in plain sight
As a hidden indentation.
Spring has brought
It’s hardships to the yard.
April 25th Prompt: Cleveland poet Russell Atkins describes a backyard that “has hold/ of the throats/ of trees”. Write a poem that personifies your backyard, or the backyard of someone you know during a particular season of the year.