T is for Tree

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On Life & Love

In Life,

I am a young oak. Live Oak tree

My roots firmly intact, I’m grounded.

I stand tall, strong and proud.

Forever surging upward, mighty maturity evolving.

I weather the harsh elements and massive storms.

Undaunted, I reach higher and higher.

In Love,

I transform into a tumbleweed.

Defenseless against the slightest wind,

I crumble to dust.    Tumbleweed and shadow

©Michele Truhlik

Ironically, while I was posting my poem, I came across a recent video news story on tumbleweed invasions. If these tumbleweeds are anything like me, there sure are a lot of them running from love:

Mother Nature Network's news story: Tumbleweeds menace the west

Mother Nature Network’s March 17 2014 story on menacing tumbleweeds

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L is for Limerick

LLimerick defined: a humorous rhyming poem of five lines. More specifically, Lines one, two and five should have between seven and ten syllables and rhyme with each other. Lines three and four should have between five and seven syllables and rhyme with each other.

The origin of the term is obscure, but a group of poets in County Limerick, Ireland, wrote limericks in Irish in the 18th century. The first collections in English date from c. 1820. Among the most famous are those in Edward Lear‘s Book of Nonsense (1846).

Here’s my feeble attempt at a limerick. Since I used to own a bar I thought I’d try one that might reflect a typical day there. Almost successful, but I went over by ONE syllable. It made me crazy and I finally gave up. I’ll call this “Limerick Plus One”  shamrock: dark green with lime highlight

There once was a woman who owned a bar

Patrons would come from near and far

Inside for jokes, out for tokes

Add beer for brawls and crazy folks.

Kapow! Thwack! Now that’s going to leave a scar.

So yeah, limericks? Ain’t my thang…

How about you? Give it a shot and share your limericks here in the comment section!

shamrock: dark green with lime highlight

 

Copyright © 2014 Michele Truhlik. All Rights Reserved.

My Aquarium Visit: Who Knew It Would Spark a Poem

I’m certainly no poet but this came to me as I was looking at the photos I took yesterday while visiting the new Austin Aquarium (which you can see in the slideshow below). I wrote this poem in honor of all the animals held in public aquariums:

Gliding through waters unfamiliar,

The ripples not like those in the sea.

How I yearn to be free from captivity.

The aquarium apparently my new home

How I despise these rocks I now roam.

 

I see them looking through the glass

Smiling, admiring, then walking away,

One after the other, day after day.

I have to rely on the Angels who see

To watch over us, only they hold the key.

Unless you are here to set me free?

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