December Poetry Challenge
Sigh.
Sweet breezes on my cheeks.
Gaze fixed on scenery below.
Shades of green, forested peaks.
Yellow daisies glow.
Peeking through morning summer mist.
golden rays shine.
Mist is fresh, cheeks are kissed,
nature’s call designed.
Trickling whispers, a babbling river,
release glistening waters to sea.
A comfortable sigh, bursting, I shiver;
in the woods I stopped to pee.
Sweet breezes on my cheeks.
Sigh.
Photo credit: Jungle Mama
We’ve all been there and done that right?
Linda
Barbara Swafford
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Sara
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Another nice poem. So descriptive with your surrouding envionment and a surprise ending. You have got me to read some poetry. Good to see your having fun with this. You will finish this challenge.
Oh Davina,
This is beautiful. You’re poetry is awesome.
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Hi Davina .. wonderful again .. just loved it .. reminded me of a journey I made with my god-daughter when she was 9 or 10 .. & I had to wee – stopped the car and disappeared into a field behind a hedge .. the next thing I hear is Demelza getting out of the car and peering round the held to make sure I was still there .. we laughed and laughed, and still do ..
Wonderful descriptive poem .. you do write so well.
Not sure I can comply with your request – don’t have time to think .. with Mum and things that are going on up with there with Social Service, National Health, the Home, and also tidying up a few things with my uncle .. it’s the space time .. I don’t get for me at the moment .. ie time to work a poem up .. I can do the creativity bit .. suggestions, my blog etc .. and my mother has suddenly woken up for 2 days .. and wants to be involved .. so that’s a couple of hours a.m. and p.m. & the thinking for her .. I live one thing at a time, and then start the next. (Excuses excuses .. but the one thing I do do .. is look after me and make sure I don’t wilt under the strain, or get sick – fortunately).
Your poems are brilliant .. keep going .. please!
Hilary Melton-Butcher
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Hi Davina .. suddenly realised the title .. HOW APPROPRIATE!!! Love it! – Hilary
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Hi Davina,
Sweet poem! It takes me outside in summer to those caressing breezes that soothe life’s ills with gentleness.
(Of course, if I go outside right now, the breeze would freeze! It’s 1 degree here.)
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I visit here because I’m often surprised and always blown away by the beauty you are and the beauty you express. Here’s to trickling and glistening all day long! Thank you.
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Yay! I love people who not only pee in the woods but can write about their sweet cheeks flapping in the breeze.
You rock, as usual!!
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Davina — I’m catching up and so this comment is about Poems 2 and 3. First of all, kudo’s to you for doing this. I love your poetry. It is gentle, thoughtful and fun.
It is amazing to me that you can write about your grandmother so lovingly one day and the next, delight me with your sense of humor dancing in your words:~)
Keep going with this…I think you’ve given yourself this challenge for a special reason. And I, for one, am very excited to watch it unfold:~)
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“Nature’s call.” HAHAHAH Delightful! Thanks, Davina – you’re building an awesome repertoire!
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Lovely – the photo too!
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Hi Jim.
Thanks. When one is squatting in the woods, they are careful to take note of their surroundings. :-)
Hi Barbara.
Thank you. You encourage me.
Hi Hilary.
Thank you. Those memories that you can still laugh about are priceless. :-) I’m smiling just thinking about this. You are taking care of priorities Hilary, no excuses right? One thing at a time, as you say. The ONLY way. Thanks for that verse you sent me. I have a plan for it — will let you know next week what I’m thinking.
Hi Lori.
“The breeze would freeze!” Now there’s another idea for a poem, lol.
Hi Tom.
You’re welcome and gee… thanks! It’s always nice to see you here… hey, what happened to your avatar and that smiling face?
Hi Jannie.
Sweet cheeks flapping in the breeze… and after 40 I bet they do flap. I’ve never checked :-)
Hi Sara.
Yeah, I’m trying to mix things up and so far have been “lucky”. It’s just happened that way. Thanks for the support; it means a LOT.
Hi Betsy.
Tee hee. You liked that eh? :-)
Hi Vered.
Thanks. Can just imagine how lovely that flower looked after it bloomed too.
Davina,
Hee Hee – sweet poem!
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Brilliant Davina – I could actually picture myself being there and feeling what it was like as I read.
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Hi Patricia.
Lol… “sweet” :-)
Hi Cath.
Cool. Did you feel like you had to go pee too? :)
Very nice. I do, however, feel that the reference to urination cheapens it and gives it a limerick feel.
Maybe something more like:
Trickling whispers, a babbling river,
to sea it’s waters flow.
A comfortable sigh, I pause to consider;
all I’ve come to know.
might offer more dignity. Stopping to pee does give occasion for reflection and is a good way to spot mushrooms!
Hi Paul.
I appreciate your suggestion; your verse is excellent. However, this poem was actually written *about* stopping to pee…
“Trickling whispers, a babbling river, release glistening waters to sea…” was the actual act *of* peeing being referenced to. Those glistening waters were in fact, yellow. :-D
forgive me, I can be daft. *P* is for poetry.
Hey, no worries. I think it’s important to be honest. And that’s not always easy for either side of the conversation. So, thank you for speaking up; you were very diplomatic.
“P” is also for Paul. :-)
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