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Poetic Thursday: The Artist’s Intent

Once again, I’m participating in Pam’s Poetic Thursday. Visit Pam and her “boys”, Teddy and Angel Sammy at Two Spoiled Cats to see other poems inspired by this beautiful picture:

Here’s my poem:

The Artist’s Intent

Boats and fog and morning gold,
frozen and glistening, winter cold.

Travel by boat will have to wait
til the waters thaw at a later date.

Meanwhile, enjoy the view that’s been sent,
for that, most certainly, is the Artist’s intent.

This poem was fun to write; not nearly as challenging as some in the past.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: It’s A Dog’s Life

First of all, Happy Thanksgiving. May we all be aware of something to be thankful for today.

And, it’s also Poetic Thursday, hosted by Pam, Teddy and Angel Sammy over at Two Spoiled Cats.

  Here’s the inspirational photo they provided for us this week.

And here’s my poem:

It’s A Dog’s Life

When I saw this picture, no poem came to mind.
I couldn’t come up with a single line.

So I asked hubby about it when he got home,
and the two of us came up with a poem:

“You know what they say:
every dog has its day.”

The End.

~These Days Of Mine~

 

Poetic Thursday: Fabulous Fifties

Once again, it’s Thursday, so that means it’s poetry day with Pam and her boys at Two Spoiled Cats.

The photo Pam provided for this week’s inspiration was especially fun.

Although I didn’t grow up in the 1950’s, my two older sisters did.  So I enjoyed writing this poem:

Fabulous Fifties

Ponytails and bobby socks
poodle skirts, rockin’ round the clock.

Elvis’s swivel, Chubby Checker’s twist,
our favorite songs on the Hit Parade list.

“Bad” boys with heel taps were so very cool,
and we rushed home to see Bandstand after school.

The music then was the best we’ve heard,
and we still remember every word.

Those black and white snapshots are silent reminders
of a simpler time when the world was kinder.

Memories take us back, that’s the only way;
the question is: if you could….would you stay?

My sisters, June and Rose, with me in the 1950’s

Thanks, Pam, for hosting this fun meme every week.

~These Days Of Mine~

Poetry Thursday: Pocahontas

As I have been for the past few weeks, today, I’m participating in Pam’s Poetic Thursday over at Two Spoiled Cats. This was the photo Pam provided last week as inspiration for this week’s poem:

I struggled with a poem for this photo and finally wrote about the Native Americans we studied in school and my family’s connection to one in particular.  Perhaps you’ve heard of her?

Pocahontas

Virginia History class in elementary school,
studying Native Americans when Chief Powhatan ruled.

He was a powerful man, but not quite as famous
as his intriguing daughter, Pocahontas.

Indian Princess, peacemaker, John Rolfe’s wife;
she accomplished much in her very short life.

She gave birth to Thomas, and there’d come a time
when he’d sell land to an ancestor of mine.

My roots are deep on this piece of the earth,
but can’t compare to those who were here first.

~These Days Of Mine~