Bunnies bound, or: Feather floats

My 1st Garland Cinquain

grass grows
sways and rustles
around the apple tree
unripe fallen fruits lie about
summer

picnic
blankets over
fertile earth and pebbles
families spend time together
such fun

laughter
peals across lush
gentle, rolling meadows
children of all sizes cavort
with joy

bunnies
bound playfully
like dolphin calves over
miles of vast turquoise expanses
ripples

sunlit
sparrows gambol
a lone feather floats down
lands on luxurious carpet
verdant

grass grows
blankets over
gentle, rolling meadows
miles of vast turquoise expanses
verdant

#TankaTuesday

The above garland cinquain was written for Colleen M. Chesebro’s ‘Tanka Tuesday’ prompt: Poets were prompted to write syllabic poems inspired by the color ‘green’.

You’ll receive bonus points if you don’t use the name: green. You’ll also receive bonus points if you can also incorporate a different meaning for the word green in your poem.

P.S. Green is my favorite color.


Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!

48 thoughts on “Bunnies bound, or: Feather floats”

  1. Wow, David, your poem is amazing. You took the challenge and ran with it. I love it! 💗

  2. This brought a smile to my face. Full of beautiful images and moments, David.

    1. Thanks so much, Pat❣️

      BTW, please feel free to call me ‘David’ because that is my first name. The word ‘ben’ means ‘son of’ in Hebrew, and my father’s name was ‘Alexander’. I created this blog in his memory.

      Sincerely,
      David

  3. Very well done David! It flows so deliciously lush …. and a poem within a poem, bravo! Makes me feel like my head is spinning, you know, that sense of vertigo one can feel when looking up to a wide sky expanse, while being grounded in a sea of green underfoot! Truly lovely 🙂

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