April showers may bring flowers, but for now here are some Wips–Enjoy!
Tag: Weather
Marching More!
More Wips for your Monday–Enjoy!
More Marching, More Wips!
More wips to put a spring in your step–Enjoy!
It is raining, It is wet
It is raining, it is wet
Boots shoes flips flops plod plosh the soft ground
Mash mush, the earth rises into the shoe
The foot descends on terra pliable wet and mushy
With the mush mash, rise the cut disheveled hairs of the green grass
Pink bloated tubes of throbbing worms
Thick sticky clods of the liquid brown ground
Mash mush they become an imprinted collage on the floor
Splish splosh little boots golosh through
Newly formed lakes and rivers in recess
Created by erosion of the earth shapes, the mini deluge
From their arks the little soles have left
now to explore the world reformed
In which pink remains of former earth shapers lie
In holes from the explorer soles shaping earth
With mash mush splish splosh
For it is raining and earth must be shaped
By the soles of the explorer
Marching into Spring with WIPs!
WIPS from my newest project–Click through the slideshow to see them all!
The Fisherman
He threw the gray net out
Bubbles rose as the net sank
And the wind blew on
As the waves crashed against the boat
Only a heavy net
Of water, kelp came up
And the wind blew on
As the waves crashed against the boat
Like a tornado throwing down a house
His net flew to the wooden deck
And the wind blew on
As the waves crashed against the boat
For three nights he had thrown his net out
Battling the waves and the wind
Heaving back ropes full of the leaves of the sea
In despair, he threw the net as the wind blew on
And the waves crashed against the boat
The wind blew
With the waves crashing
As his gnarled hands
Pulled the gray worn net
Under a crimson sunset
A boat crashing against the winds and the waves
Sailed home full of fish and a fisherman
When Winds Come Convened
Oh how the winds convene, Oh how zephyrs come Oh how the gales blow Oh how breezes hum For they were convenient Good for all to blow For they sought to assemble They desired to flow Up through stars skyly Between branches burdened among streams briskly the clouds they beckoned Vented wound around drafts drift slightly squalls sung surround tempests tug tightly Note Boreas east zephs At Aeolus beck enthralled Never bagged, will inspire the stillest heart hauled Oh how the winds came Oh how zephyrs vented Oh how gales exclaim songs breezed haunted
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