– Plopped
on top –
Juicy firm
heart-shaped
slices
with
tie-dyed
insides:
pinks, reds,
and white.
– Stacked
atop –
Golden round
shortcake.
Slightly
moist,
mildly
warm, like
morning
in May.
– Forkful
bites –
In my mouth
this
supreme
sweet treat:
a welcomed,
dear friend,
who can-
not stay.
Part Two
This poem is inspired by my reaction to the recent discovery via allergy testing after experiencing some significant symptoms that I am extremely allergic to olive trees. I never even realized that these beautiful trees were all around me until I was told that I needed to avoid them at all costs.
Olive Tree: My Allergy
Your roots, robust, endure wicked weather.
Like the wall of China, will fall to
none.
Your leaves like hundreds of fanned-out feathers
turn silver with the slight flicker of
sun. &n
bsp;
Your majestic form reveals your
splendor. &nbs
p;
Athena’s gift calls. I can’t
surrender! &nb
sp;
I long to hang from your rough gnarled branches,
to study your twisted trunk with my hand.
I long to humor all of my hunches
and embrace your soft earthy scent, so grand.
Part Three
My inspiration for this poem was the thought of an Easter egg hunt. With the eggs decorated in pastel colors hidden away on Sunday morning, the children cheerfully set out to find them; while the parents, seeing and hearing the children’s joy, cannot help but reminisce, dreamy like, about when they, too, enjoyed the excitement of the hunt.
I tried to use imagery, figural language, senses other than sight, assonance, ascending vowel patterns, alliteration, and variance rhyming schemes, including assonance end rhyme, and slant rhyme. I also tried to vary punctuation.
Easter Egg Hunt
Long grown grass, tulip
beds, tangled ivy, low limbs:
House oval treasures,
bathed with bits of magic in
pastel rainbows, morning’s eve.
Dressed in Sunday’s best,
Gleeful girls and bouncing boys
set out, like bloodhound
pups on their first hunt. Bunny’s
lost oval gems to be found.
Beaming toothful smiles
reflect in elated eyes.
Laughter lullabies
dance on drums of grown ears. Sweet
memories tiptoe to mind.