Fresh out of clunkers but a happy heart

Happy Friday and Happy Poetry.

Thank you, Rose, at Imagine the Possibilities for hosting this week's round-up. I have a clunker line from Rose that finally made it into a poem.

Rose's offered line: "snow piles like cotton balls on bushes"

Potluck

Winter has arrived

Snow piles like cotton balls on bushes, trees,
the bird feeder.

Blue Jay calls a morning meeting.
Crow is not ready and a squabble brews 

across stillness.

By the time I pull on socks, boots, 

scarf-wrap my head and swing a bucket

from my mittened hand
there’s muffled tittering, scampering, 

a coming-to-life after the storm.
Sky opens her best cerulean,
Evergreens scent deep shadows
lying short under Winter’s sun.
I have brought little bits of golden grain to the party. There is hardly any room on the buffet to place them.

Linda Mitchell 9/25

The post office played hide-and-seek with a poetry swap gift from Rose. But, it finally made it with a bit of an extra push and I'm delighted.

Poem by Rose C. 2025

Somewhere

By Rose Cappelli

Somewhere an idea is floating through clouds winging its way through the pink-blue sky

Somewhere words are gathering like sheep filling up spaces rearranging places Somewhere a child is waiting for a story to explain, entertain inspire, delight

Somewhere a writer is creating

I'm not sure if Rose intended the postcard's word Art as part of the poem...but isn't that cool how it fits?

Magaret Simon left these questions in exchange for one of my clunkers: “until we see our whole world crying, we ask, what do I do? What can I do?” I let nature take its course with these questions in the form of three short haiku.

1. 
   

blue, bluer, bluest
when the whole world is crying
what else can sky do?

2. 
   

mourning doves coo
what do we do? – can we do?
the whole world crying

3. 
   

we shine and we sigh
say sun and moon from heavens
we see the whole world

Linda Mitchell 9/25

Thank you poets for leaving me clunkers to play with this summer. Between those lines and poetry swap gifts, I feel as rich as a poetry queen. I have a happy heart.