urgency of bloomhurry to flower and seedfuel for the migrants
Autumn’s children moving south
in flocks like sunset-colored clouds
A rather loose interpretation of this week’s theme for one deep breath. A Renga is a group-effort sort of poem, written with others. I may try to get the girls at work to help me on another one, like Jane Poe – Nevermore did. Stay tuned.
**Updated: I harassed some of my coworkers into writing a Renga today, as stress relief. Their group effort follows.
The poets (from top left): Josie, Linda, Eileen, Kathy, Deb, Tina
sharing and caring
all day, every day, all night
true friends are always near
sadness is fleeting, but often
good friends take the tears away
friendship sometimes hurts
to hold a grudge does not work
smiles and laughter do
some friends test friendship daily
other friends are always true
friendships come in different shades
great love every one
emotions express feelings
friendships help us cope through life
chums embrace an alliance
I’d also like to call your attention to a beautiful post by Mary who’s been commenting here lately. In Memories Almost Forgotten she shares some very special memories of her dad. Please stop by there and have a look.
In other news, my big brother stopped by here long enough to razz me about being Daddy’s Little Girl. Check the comments on this post.