Showing posts with label rainbows. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rainbows. Show all posts

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Fashion me your words to fold ~ RAINBOWS

And; while you are at it, here's Bob to serenade you.



So far, for the Year 2018, i have watched in awe [as if it were my very first viewing] SIX rainbow. I luv rainbows [and clouds][and February - my birth month]


My favourite fact about rainbows from 17 wonderfully curious facts about rainbows
IS:
a rainbow doesn’t even actually “exist,” … it’s not an object, it’s an optical phenomenon.


Your challenge today toads, is to Let your words FOLD INTO AS MANY COLOURS AS YOU WISH TO ASCRIBE TO YOUR RAINBOW.


Constraints! Constraints! The Fold [guidelines]

1. 11 lines
2. The end phrase of Line one repeats at Lines 5 and 11
3. The rhyme of line 1 continues through in every other line
4. There must be a reference to nature and how it affect you the poet
5. More in depth instructions HERE
6. Fold origin HERE


I'll give you a bonus IF you fashion me also a paper one and share with your post


LETS HAVE FUN TOADS!!!

AND
Here's you linky: Post; and read the poems of everyone else posted.


Thursday, July 9, 2015

The Edge

Yes, I fell off the grid-for a bit.  I had some health issues with my thyroid and decided my Debbie Downer mood needed time out.


 © Ella Wilson

I put my house on a diet. I had kept too many things, children's artwork, school papers, odds and ends of fabric, yarn and much, much more.   Being a military family-we usually move every two to three years. My husband's orders forced us to face the music and go through our household goods-sort,  toss, and give away items we no longer used and had out grown.   (He is retired.)

I want to end my Debbie Downer cycle.  So, let's not concentrate on what we have out grown, but what we will never out grow!   My first thoughts are:   Love, laughter, the ocean, the stars, flowers, rainbows, the sky's color, words, rebirth of spring, puppies, music, movies, and much, much more.   


Poets, writers and artists seem to be able to keep their inner child alive longer, than most.   So, pen a poem about what you will never out grow-what will always delight, inspire, and amaze you. 

P.S.  Did Peter Pan enter your thoughts?!   Me, too.