Pulling Weeds
One of the most important tasks We all must do Is pulling weeds That have encroached Into our beautiful places Before they strangle out The peace, the hope, the dreams We gently planted So many moons ago
Tag: Whimsical
August’s Pages
She has a way about her Hot-tempered She boils and stirs The air Until heavy and thick Weighted In the intensity We bow Resigned to knowing Mere flowers, we are Dried between August’s pages An homage to her When the calendar reflects The depths of wintertime
Carefree Zone
Take it easy Soak up the sun Windblown hair Convertible fun Fried seafood Ice cream cone Sand and sea Carefree zone Take a dip Take a nap Read a book Eat a snack Look ahead Never back Amber sunset Starry sky Sweet dreams No goodbyes There’s a sunrise On the horizon
Time Machine
Let’s take a ride in a time machine So, we can witness what has been seen Let the music bring us to days gone by We thought they’d last, but away they’d fly On catchy notes and nostalgic lyrics We’d reminisce but never truly hear it Lost in the noise of time and space We’ve… Read More Time Machine
My Friend
Her presence Gentle and light Makes my world Soft and bright She warms me Body and soul My friend, Sunshine From long ago She knew me then She knew me when She’ll know me more Tomorrow
Wild Ones
If you were a flower What would you be? I’d be a wild one Born to be free Free to be wild As my nature says, I’ll be With deep enough roots To not be careless But still free Free to enjoy The company of wild ones Like me
Imagination Blossoms
She floats on the breeze Without a care On pristine wings With stories to share About all the scents And petals she’s seen A rainbow of colors Created in dreams Where endless fields Alive with wildflowers Glisten in the sun After a soft rain shower She has much to tell By the flutter of her… Read More Imagination Blossoms
Fish Fry
I explored the ocean In an unlikely boat Red-checkered, tissue-lined A cardboard vessel of the sea Where fish was battered Dipped once, fried twice In oil that splattered On the fish fry presented to me Perfectly golden Fish and sun On that day Were my gifts from the sea
Heads or Tails
Today they decided To flip a coin To fairly decide Who first would join So, one picked heads The other tails As the coin took flight By the flick of a nail It flipped and flopped Then tumbled down Landing with a clink Upon the ground But it wasn’t tails Nor was it heads It… Read More Heads or Tails
Something Sweet
The honeybee offered And I said yes To pack up my troubles To carry my mess One after the other He packed them away Covered each with pollen To make sure they’d stay Upon his legs As he warmed up his wings When he took flight I heard him sing, “Today’s problems Will be tomorrow’s… Read More Something Sweet
Jessica M. Collette 
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