Published in The Lark·1 day agoMember-onlyMarigold Flowers Glow in the Ferny GreenThe Lark’s poetry competition — I started gardening when I was young while holding handfuls of these precious seeds. These little half white half black sticks far-flung all over garden loam just scratched of weeds. Remember picking flowers dried among bright orange blooms still bright. Our seed proceeds bunched in their rustling ruffled dry tan skirt. I put some in the pocket…Poetry2 min read
Published in The Daily Cuppa·2 days agoMember-onlyBaby Bunny in the Hot August GardenSunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William J SoirdioneBaby Bunny in the Hot August GardenSunday sonnet----12
Published in The Howling Owl·6 days agoMember-onlyNoon Hour Spent Outside With the ChicksOttava rima — Just afternoon, I’m outside with the chicks and our most loving chicken moms, I hope. Three hens are out exploring in the sticks. Six chicks stayed inside, long as they could cope. The chicks make their way down the ramp. All six locked up inside? Each answers ‘peep’ for ‘nope.’ Out to explore the great wide…The Howling Owl2 min read
Published in The Daily Cuppa·Jul 31Member-onlySummer Garden at the End of JulySunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneSummer Garden at the End of JulySunday sonnet----17
Published in Paper Poetry·Jul 31Member-onlyPass It On and Then I’ll WriteA twittle — Poetry1 min readTwittle and photo by William J SpirdionePass It On and Then I’ll WriteA twittle----12
Published in Everything Fun·Jul 29Member-onlyHens Playing Field Hockey With an AppleA sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneHens Playing Field Hockey With an AppleA sonnet----15
Published in The Daily Cuppa·Jul 24Member-onlyThe Dizzying Daylily Days of Sweet SummerSunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneThe Dizzying Daylily Days of Sweet SummerSunday sonnet----24
Published in Literary Impulse·Jul 22Member-onlyShould She Buy That Get Well Soon Balloon?Ottava rima — “So it will sink as he is healed,” she thought. She already heard something like that when the internet said something she’s forgot. This old balloon stand stands where nothing’s been. But now she stands here where before was not much in this roadside dirt on old Route Ten. This place is just like in that…Poetry2 min read
Published in The Daily Cuppa·Jul 17Member-onlyDry Hot Summer Day’s Still BeautifulSunday sonnet — Poetry1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneDry Hot Summer Day’s Still BeautifulSunday sonnet----17
Published in Scuzzbucket·Jul 16Member-onlyOur Birth Cries Out From Somewhere (Part IX)A sci-fi sonnet — Poem1 min readPhoto by William J SpirdioneOur Birth Cries Out From Somewhere (Part IX)A sci-fi sonnet----13
