Goodbyes Are Better Left Unsaid ——————day 30 napowrimo

The sun is changing now for night–
a pink delight.
I watch it fade
and masquerade.
When darkened clouds turn dapple-gray,
I’ll turn away
with aching heart.
I’ll fall apart
’cause NaPoWriMo must erase
my happy face
in silhouette–
the day we met.

©  Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

This poem is in the Minute form and it’s the last of 30 poems for NaPoWriMo in the month of April.  It’s been a busy time and I’ve had fun. Thanks to everyone who has viewed my poems and/or “liked” them or left a comment.  It’s been a great adventure, good discipline, something to look forward to each day.  Now, back to my short story. Never a dull moment for a writer and a poet!

My Daddy — Keeper of the Reins ———— Day 29 napowrimo

The brim on the gray felt hat
that shaded his face
in hot summertime
was soaked with perspiration
but no sun could erase or
lessen the deep blue
of his eyes because
my daddy’s heart controlled them.

© Copyright,2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

Spring – day 28 napowrimo

dogwoodwarm as the sun on robin’s breast
soft as a yarn in blackbird’s nest
cool as the breezes when they blow
pristine as gentle flakes of snow
and tasty as sunflower seeds
or nasty as tough bitterweeds–
polecat babies in black and white,
who stir a stink in dark of night
tornado winds that scalp the hills
and crack the eggs of whippoorwills–
a “fraidy hole”–a cellar deep
where even greenish frogs can creep
a rain surprise in hasty splash
that brings forth thunder with a flash
newborn kittens in loft of haykittens
song of sparrow at end of day–
dogwood blossoms in Arkansas,
a welcome time chock-full of awe.

Copyright 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

Two Tree Special — day 27 napowrimo

maple

maple

dogwood

dogwood

Maple,
dogwood
budding in spring,
displaying green,
great beauty to behold
as the new growth unfolds
in tender moments of rebirth
bringing much joy and happiness.
Two trees–
special.

Copyright 2013,  Freeda Baker Nichols

FIND HAPPINESS day 25 napowrimo

FIND a word and write it down;
HAPPINESS is a true rhyme.
WHEN ever your muse acts a clown,
YOU may write poems anytime.
WRITE about lemon, also lime–
A mountain or a pantomime.
POEM should make you smile, not frown.

Spins When the Wind Blows

Spins When the Wind Blows

Copyright 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

An Adagem–a variation of the Acrostic.  The first words of the
lines when read downwards convey a special message. They
are shown in bold letters.

Spins in the Wind

Spins in the Wind

Little Creek – Day 23 – NaPoWriMo

Ambro creek, Monti Sibillini National Park, ne...

Oh, little creek that once ran deep and free,
your water then was pure without debris,
but now your bed of rock has vastly changed–
your counterpane and pillows, rearranged.
The taste of your cool water is now banned–
my son asks why and cannot understand
why no one cared enough to really try
to keep our land the way it used to lie–
soft greens that made a big umbrella shade
along your banks while sun-perch swam and played;
where hart’s breath blended with the mountain mist
as gray fog fingers touched the amethyst.
Non-biodegradable refuse floats
on your waterways like runaway boats.
Oh, little creek, if I could have one plea,
I’d beg to set you free from all debris!

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols

U.S.A. I Love You!

The winter has ended and spring has arrived.
The jonquils bloom yellow in leaves of green.
They paint the courtyard in colors alive.
This house is empty and yet, it’s serene.
It’s filled with memories, happy and sad.
Kids played Red Rover and Hide and Go Seek.
A stay-at-home mom and a hard-working dad.
They prayed together each day of the week.
In spring of their lives, many joys came their way.
And sadness, too, changed their laughter to tears,
but they counted their blessings each night and day.
They held tight to their faith down through the years.
When winter brought sorrow and things went wrong,
they rejoiced in singing their nation’s song.

Copyright, 2013, Freeda Baker Nichols