Once again, the shadorma set the creative juices flowing and produced the longest list of contributions yet, I think.
First in was Kat Myrman with a hopeful poem, reminding us that even bare winter trees hold the seeds of spring.
Ken with a trio of very determined trees
their true worth long neglected,
yet surviving, still
of a natural order
on the move,
a forest of trees
cloaked in stealth
beyond a faint horizon,
marching firmly on.
A first time entry from Gradmama with a clutch of three shadorma. That last line is a surprise punch in the gut 🙂
Bill Engleson chooses to ignore the mist, either mysterious or threatening, and just gives us his love of trees. Beautiful.
Crow’s poem is pure delight. Any poem with ‘bold fish’ in it has my vote.
Merril goes one step over and above the call of duty and gives us a rhyming shadorma—a tribute to two girls, full of a naive joy.
To be expected, a particularly delicate poem from Jennifer. I love the contrast between the statements about the unbending stoicity of trees, and the breaking into leaf and bud.
An interesting take by Doug the Elusive Trope, who concentrates on the atmosphere of the picture and the possible message that is carried in the misty air.
Kerfe’s poem (and illustrations) is a tribute to life, full of clever word play.
I love the mystical element of Natalia’s thoughts on trees.
Janice sees benevolence in her trees, gentle and protective.
Carol’s poem picks up the attitude of the trees, watchful and attentive.
Geoff—someone else who has a thing about the omnipotence of god coffee! Clever 🙂
Jazzytower with a poem full of the damp dripping of fog
A second one from Kerfe. The gorgeous collage illustrations steal the show for me.
And last, Sri with and epic stanza shadorma-style poem
Thanks so much for these small gems of poetry. Who would ever have thought that 26 syllables could convey so much?
New theme tomorrow. Must get on and think of one…