drawing by J Byron Schachner
smitten
by
a
wild
woolly
kitten
mitten
Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
27 Jul 2018 Leave a comment
in Poetry, wild Tags: JByron Schachner, smitten, wild, wild woolly kitten mitten
drawing by J Byron Schachner
smitten
by
a
wild
woolly
kitten
mitten
22 Jun 2015 Leave a comment
in tiger lilies Tags: beside cool stream, bloom in the wild, serving your fauna, tiger lilies, wild
11 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: deer food in the wild, haiku, purple, thousands of wild buds, white, wild, wild wisps, yellow
18 Sep 2013 Leave a comment
in Family Tags: grass, grazing, hooves, horse sense, mane beyond, pattern, stars, strokes, thunder, whipped, wild, wind
hooves to mane-beyond
thunder, stars, grass’s grazing
wind whipped strokes of wild!
13 Jul 2013 Leave a comment
in Family, Uncategorized Tags: back door, beak, claws, distance, escape, feathers, nature, not yet, owl, raptor, rapture, sharp, squat, talons, tiny, tongue twister, wild
pet to raptor
rapture met
in feathers
beak of raptor
no back door
escape
claws of raptor
not yet sharp-
cuddly
baby raptor
tiny squat
knows not what
a raptor does
yet.
10 Apr 2013 1 Comment
in Uncategorized Tags: acidly, boutique, chanting, dizzy, exploding, frizzled, gift, iphone, lightening, musings, mystique, photo booth, riddle, spells, tizzy, wild
Who put your photo in Photo Booth?
Whirled it around like an unwanted tooth?
Offered you up to the i-Phone Boutique,
Dizzy and tizzy and busy mystique.
Whirled it around like an unwanted tooth;
Magic wand twirling: wild and uncouth:
Mid chanting, and spells and musings to sooth!
Offered you up to the i-Phone Boutique,
Where Photo Booth surgically alters your face
“Til you’re not looking part of the male human race!
Dizzy and tizzy and busy mystique:
Waving and frizzled, acidly blown
Exploding like lightening on the i-Phone!
This poem is a trimeric.
04 Feb 2013 Leave a comment
in Uncategorized Tags: architecture, forest, hunt, north, wild
The Architecture in a family name:
My life guard’s name is “Forrest”;
His brother’s name: “Wilder”,
Other brother: “Hunter”,
Fourth is “North”.
Do you see a pattern?
Their mother is a song writer!
She struck a lyrical note with each sibling.
Sang her New England,
Borders of Canada, Wind Song!
12 Dec 2012 2 Comments
in Family Tags: box, fox, lox, socks, wild
Inside the box
are lox
for breakfast.
And socks
for hiking
on rocks.
And blocks
of colored
wood.
There are fox:
non-tox-
ic wild ones
inside the box;
they’ll eat the lox,
the socks, the blocks:
and then the box.
All I’ll have left
is bites of box
and fox!
12/12/12
Jeanne Poland