I wish I would have seen this 30 years ago!
John
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 11, 2026
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
The Clash of the Seasons: a free verse poem
Winter will not go quietly.
As the Spring sun gently warms the earth,
Winter blasts with cold winds from the north.
She tries to send a final covering of snow,
But Spring's warmth turns it to rain.
The plants yearn for warmth and light.
They look forward to displaying their bright colors.
The animals are ready to play in the fields.
The birds are returning to soar through the skies.
But Winter drives them back to their dens and nests one final time.
Winter declares, "I'll not leave!"
Spring whispers, "Be patient. I am coming."
Winter howls and tosses its remaining dead leaves and twigs.
Spring waits and will soon declare her own presence with showers and flowers.
"Tomorrow," she says.
Silently in the night,
The earth glides past that imaginary celestial line in its annual orbit.
We wake up and the night is over.
With the morning, comes Spring.
As the Spring sun gently warms the earth,
Winter blasts with cold winds from the north.
She tries to send a final covering of snow,
But Spring's warmth turns it to rain.
The plants yearn for warmth and light.
They look forward to displaying their bright colors.
The animals are ready to play in the fields.
The birds are returning to soar through the skies.
But Winter drives them back to their dens and nests one final time.
Winter declares, "I'll not leave!"
Spring whispers, "Be patient. I am coming."
Winter howls and tosses its remaining dead leaves and twigs.
Spring waits and will soon declare her own presence with showers and flowers.
"Tomorrow," she says.
Silently in the night,
The earth glides past that imaginary celestial line in its annual orbit.
We wake up and the night is over.
With the morning, comes Spring.
Wednesday, October 06, 2021
The Teacher and the Student
An idea popped into my head the other day while I was driving and listening to NPR. I don't recall what was on and I don't know what the inspiration was, but I got the idea for a short series of short poems.
I've never really been into poetry--not reading it, nor writing it.
Here is my attempt at some free form poetry. There may (or may not) be more.
John
The Teacher and the Student
Help me to learn.
Day by day, help me to grow.
Teach me the things I need to know.
Show me problems from a different perspective.
Teach me to think and solve them my way.
Teach me to see that different people learn in different ways.
Dear Student,
Teach me.
Signed,
The Teacher
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