Today at d’Verse Laura introduced us to a form of poetry called Pleiades. We must pick a ONE-WORD TITLE then write a SEVEN-LINE poem of SEVEN SYLLABLES whereby each line begins with the FIRST LETTER of your title.
The first spring flowers appear yellow gold along the creek. As I looked closer, I saw a tiny ant crawling on a petals. I wonder what drives ants. Is it simply instinct or do they actually think about what they are doing. Are they just robots of the creator, or do they like we, think beyond themselves and wonder, “What else is out there?”
Today I sat under the trees
watching the buzz of activity
that most people simply overlook.
The big black ants were running
up and down the bark of the willow trees.
On the knock-out roses, a black tiger tail
flitted from flower to flower;
A humming bird drank deeply from
my red crape myrtle and zinnias.
And then // as I sat in wonder,
a beautiful blue dragonfly
landed softly on a long dead stem
on the other side of the stream.
He kept going away and coming back
to pose for me, while I took his picture.
His gossamer wings, barely visible,
shimmered in the sunlight;
Bugeyes bulging out of his head
seemed to be the biggest part
of his fragile stick-like frame.
All this, while birds sang
and flowers bloomed
among the grass and weeds nearby.
This is for Frank Tassone’s Haikia/Haiku Saturday challenge using the word Earth for upcoming Earth Day tomorrow! If you have ever stepped on an anthill in your bare feet you will understand this poem.