Poetry – Page 54 – JJJ Interactive Books

A Seed

A seed is a most unpredictable thing; dead or dormant or ready to spring. Yet no good seed will fully sprout in a toxic environment, inside or out.

I look into the shadows And expect there to emerge a form; Something solid and substantial, But there is only blackness. A fleeting glimpse from the corner of my eye; I quickly turn my head, To catch the presence I know is there, But all I see is empty space. Lying in bed in quietContinue reading “In The Shadows”

A Mother’s Love

When did you become a man? Was it the day you decided to walk yourself to class? Leaving your mother behind, as you, still so small, took the long walk down the school corridor. Was it when you began to explore nature? Navigating the woods; catching critters in the creek. Was it when you discoveredContinue reading “A Mother’s Love”

When It’s There

When it’s there, it’s there. It clicks into place, A piece of a puzzle, Connecting a whole. A cognizant moment; An inexplicable bond; A strong attraction; An insistent pull. It cannot be forced; It cannot be avoided; It just happens, And you know it is there.

Imagination

A little imagination can go a long way; We find it in stories and use it in play. A leap in the air and with wings we do fly; We soar over treetops and swoop through the sky. A dive underwater sprouts fins on our backs; We swim past the mermaids; avoid shark attacks. AContinue reading “Imagination”

Me In The Tree

My feet are planted firmly on the ground, As my toes drive deep into the damp earth; A sturdy foundation for my erect torso. Standing tall, my arms spread wide; My fingers stretch toward the sky sprouting leaves. My eyes stare as two woodpecker holes. I wait and I watch. For hundreds of years, IContinue reading “Me In The Tree”

Light After Dark

All is sweeter in the light after dark.

The Puddle

In a puddle I do splash.

Boredom

What will you do with so much time on your hands?

The Butterfly

I am seen as a pest As I eat from your garden But eating I must So I please beg your pardon. As what you see now Is simply a stage I’ll hang in transition For so many days. And when I emerge With such beauty and power I’ll fly through your garden Pollinating eachContinue reading “The Butterfly”