Rain, snow, sun
Mingling with mentions of
Blossoms and breeze
Blowing between hot and cold
Heads and hearts awake
Welcoming earth’s rebirth
Now it is your turn. Write a simple poem about springtime.
Use exactly six lines. Focus on strong nouns and verbs. Do not try to be clever or deep. Just describe what you see or feel as the season changes.
Share your six lines in the comments below.
We have a habit of mixing up our definitions. For a long time, people have mistaken freedom and patriotism for synonyms. They are not. Freedom is the terrain. Patriotism is simply how we behave while crossing it. Lately, patriotism has become less about the journey than about deciding who deserves to be on the path….
From my soles. Through tissue and nerve. Whispering “I’m a survivor.”
The tour began before dawn. An avian chorus rose from the trees, while a pair of oxen stood without ado…
Old book rests on wooden nightstandWorn cover binds tales of timeYellow pages pack away past proverbsSilent, still. Patiently waiting to speakWords offering warmth, guiding gentle growthWhen I open, friend diffuses light.
Red circle flashes calendar’s weighty warning.Foot presses down, speeding toward impact.Easing off gas, curves tighten sharply.Grip tightens, eyes lock on the path.Scanning for hazards, road twists ahead.Destination reached, brakes ease to rest.
You did this, turning neighbor against neighbor by building your brand of pretentious patriotism.
