Poetry Picnic Week 10: Nature, Forest, Rivers, and Mountains

Sunday Is Here, 

Monday is Near, 

 Time to Make Words Rhyme,

Yep, It's P-O-E-T-R-Y P-I-C-N-I-C Time! 

Welcome to Jingle Poetry at The Gooseberry Garden Picnic Week 10, This week, we are going to travel far and wide in discovering magic, wonders, and beauty in Nature, Forests, Rivers, and Mountains,  that’s right!

This is Morning offering you the 10th poetry picnic party from North America, U. S. A.! 

How to Link in My Poetry?

Share your work using InLinkz below, and leave a comment in case it is your first time! It would be great 

if you could link back to us on your blog.

Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, at 2pm (CDT), and will stay open till Wednesday, 8pm (CDT), 

78 hours for you to share your poetry with us...

Upcoming Next Week!! 

For Week 11, the theme will be "Halloween - Trick or Treat?!"...
You will have an entire week to prepare your poem for this theme.. :) And if you fall short in writing and submitting a poem ON the theme, no problem... submit any poems that are either spooky, orange color related, or autumn season related, not that hard, oh? That's next week!

Leaving that aside, let's get back to the main topic here. 3...2...1

*pull the party poppers* 

Enjoy Poetry Pig-lets! 

Please read some talented poems below, share your own poetic thoughts via linkz with us!

 Silk Works 

by 

Turtle Memoirs, or Ruth

Spider
tossed silken strand
on wind, who carried thread
to open branch. Let the weaving
begin.

.

Poet
spilt words on page, wove finest threads
through with love, to fashion
rich tapestry
of verse.

The Thunder 

by  

Meena 

much so the clouds were gathering ,

 So much so the sun was descending,

 So much so the dusk was slowly setting,

So much so there  was an eye tearing lightning,

Followed by a thunder deafening.

.

Many a heart  jumped  out in apprehension,

Many a voice  got stifled with emotions,

Many an ear lost the power of attention,

Many a gadget  was snapped  of its connections,

Many a hut  caught fire in the commotion,

As the thunder thundered  in terrific motion.

 .

Little do we pay heed to Nature’s fury,

Little do we  respect Nature’s cosy,

Little do we acclaim Nature’s glory,

Little do we endorse Nature’s theory,

Little do we read  Nature’s  story,

Un mindful   we carry on with our selfish booty.

  Season's Change

By

Lady Nyo 

I took a walk this morning.

The season has changed here

though where you are they don’t.

.

The dried, brittle grass beneath my feet

made a consistent crackle,

echoed by the gossip of sparrows above.

The leaves are stripped from the birches and maples.

They fell like rain on a fallow ground one day

and I didn’t see them go.

.

I think of your rounded arms when I see the shedding birches,

the smooth bark like white skin with a faint pulse of the river beneath.

Do you remember that river, when it scared you to stand close to the bank?

.

You thought the earth would slip inward,

take you on a wild ride downstream where

I couldn’t retrieve you,

and I saw for an instant your raised arms imploring me silently to save you—

though it never happened and you never slipped down the bank and I never could save you.

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But imagination plays with your mind when it’s all that is left.

Since this is a virtual party, 
every poet who blogs is invited and welcome here, 

Please dress yourself with poetic styles, feel FREE to join Us and 

Share your poetry treats, old or new, theme related or unrelated, in any poetry forms!

H-A-P-P-Y P-O-E-T-R-Y P-I-C-N-I-C!