Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Ode to Trampolines

Well, this week we have a poem about the joy and freedom found on the trampoline. I've never really been on a trampoline, at least not that I can remember. I think it must have happened at one point, and yet my memory remains completely blank.

Touch the Sky

Springs and fabric such a simple combination
Sending us ever upwards into the cotton spotted azure sky
The breeze gently kissing the souls our feet
Giving lift to hawk like dreams of spanning vistas
The world tumbles as we spin up becomes down
Blessed gravity reminding us of our limits
The universe opens it’s star filled arms to embrace our hopes
A distant horizon becomes like an old friend
Spread your arms to encompass the global possibilities
Curling into a ball like a babe fresh from the womb
The feel of the Earth pulling us back to the waking world

Well I hope you all enjoyed my little tale of flight no matter how brief. I'd love to hear your opinions, so please leave a comment below or head on over to my facebook page and leave something there.

Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Ode to Fireworks

I don't exactly remember going to my very first fireworks display, but I do have early memories of sitting out on a blanket with my family in a crowded park to watch the fireworks as they caught the night sky. I remember traffic afterwards, and being to excited to fall asleep in the car. It's a feeling I would get to recreate years later when helping set up and run a fireworks display at a friends farmhouse, where I was caught inside a 30' effect. neither myself or my friend standing next to me were hurt, which is why it was awesome. I honestly can't say which event was more impressive to me. As an adult being inside a ball of red light was pretty awesome but as a child getting to watch the night sky explode was just the most amazing thing I had ever seen.

Dance of the Firelight Fairies

The hushed skies of twilight
Gently twinkling star watching from a distance
A piercing whistle breaks the calm
A flash of crimson breaks the night
Thunderous cacophony of joy rolls across the sky
A tableau of greens blues reds yellows and whites
Like a painters tray explodes across the horizon
Streamers mortars twirlers bangers screamers
Brilliant shapes cascading across over another like children vying for our attention
Bombastic cries of playful noise dance around our heads
Shaking our bodies
Wiggling our teeth
Then silence
And still the images linger when we close our eyes
Clinging to the insides of our eyelids
Refusing to release our childhood

So what do you think of a poem of fireworks? head on over to my facebook page and let me know or leave a comment below. I'd love to hear them.

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Ode to Ireland

Hey all, here's the weekly poem, were taking a hypothetical trip to Ireland. Having never been there this is all guess work based entirely on the internet and "The Quiet Man" with John Wayne. I hope you enjoy it.

Emerald Hills

The brae of sheep as the roam the fields
fills the mist filled morning air
The glistening sheen of rose bushes
as they line the walks of gentle cottages
Humble villages with shining eyed locals
welcome each lonely traveler as they pass
A quiet time in a local house
a good meal and a neighborly chat
The onward again following
quiet lanes lead on through rolling hills
covered in an emerald landscape

Well, what did you think. Either post a comment below or head over to my facebook page and post there, I'd love to hear what you have to say.

Monday, February 4, 2013

Ode to the Thrill of Victory

Hey all, I'm not sure what to say about this. I was inspired by the Super Bowl last night where even down 28 to 3 the San Francisco 49ers didn't quit and managed to turn the second half in to a pretty exciting football game. Certainly some will argue the lights going off did a lot for team momentum and while the 49ers lost in the end, they played to the very last second.

Never Quit


So what do you all think? Leave a comment below or head on over to my facebook page and leave a message there.