Chipper Chipmunk

Little Chipper Chipmunk climbs my pole
Right through the slinky// his head in the hole
Stuffs cheeks with my seeds; but pays me no toll
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His bulging cheeks full of sunflower seeds
Enough to supply his every need
Jumps the slinky like he’s riding a steed
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Slides to the bottom // he’s off like a shot
Moved in under my deck, like it or not
I think it is time for a trav’ ling plot
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He might be too cute and he might be smart
But I couldn’t afford him from the start
So, I shall set my trap and do my part
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I tried it once but he came right back
Didn’t go far enough for him not to back track
This time, I’ll take him where he won’t get back
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Into the big woods across the wide way
Where he can climb oak trees and feel them sway
Now I’ll have more seeds for the birds each day

Photos: Dwight L. Roth

Posting this one for d’Verse open link night.

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Last Blooms of Summer

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Outside my kitchen window a sunflower keeps blooming
Not worried in the least about predicted frost.
Zinnias continue to bloom as well, overcoming mildew;
A great lesson for all… Bloom through to the end;
Frost is inevitable in our lives, but beauty can remain.

Photo: Dwight L. Roth
Kim at d’Verse asked us to write a Quadrille of 44 words using the prompt keep.
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Crown of Thorns

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Of what use are your long gnarled stems
Heads balding from the loss of fragile beauty
Sucked dry by bird and bee
Seeking the nectar of life hidden deep inside
Of what use is your thorny crown
Pocked and dried by sun and wind
Waiting in the remaining time
To be cut broken discarded
The glory days of ephemeral beauty gone
What’s left for the aging freckled head
What beauty remains for the dried and broken
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It was not all for naught, the losing of ones crown
For underneath the crown lies the key to beauty
The ongoing genetics of life the giftwrapped wonder
Beauty is in the seed passing on and on and on
Since the beginning of time
Without the crown of thorns there would be no future beauty
The would be no life here after
Beauty is passing, life is fragile, but the seed remains forever
To once again spring forth from the ashes of the past
Bringing life and hope and to that dried crown of thorns

Photo: Dwight L. Roth

Today at d’Verse, Bjorn asked us to use Metaphors in our poem. I chose to write about this dying sunflower, which reminded me of my life as I get older.

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The Poetry of the Sunflower

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Poetic Patterns

This is a photos essay of a sunflower.  I took these shots today with the morning sunshine lighting up its face. Green leaves and petals accent the flower, while the seeds form fantastic patterns across the face. This is one of God’s most beautiful creations. I hope you enjoy my photos. I call it poetic patterns. This sunflower was a volunteer that grew in my back yard. Enjoy!

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