New Fall Poems

To my few followers, I apologize for the length of time since my last post.  Have been very busy.

 

This is 'my season' out of them all.  I call it mine for several reasons.  First of all, I was born on the first day of Fall.  Also, I seem to come alive during this transition from the blooming, growing months to the dormant, sleeping months.  I also love the apples and pumpkins, baking and planning for the holidays.  Simply put, I am in love with this season of changing colors, crisp air, and falling leaves.  It is the gateway to winter. 

 

I am finding so much inspiration around me right now that my poetry is quite prolific, at least in my opinion.  I finished several poems just this evening. 

 

The following poems are all visions of a season and I hope you enjoy them. 

 

Polished Street

October 12, 2010

Kimberly L. McClune

 

 

The rain soaked street

With polished shine,

Streaked with green and red and white lights

Contrasts the soft, somber, gray sky.

 

*****

Leaf Dance

By Kimberly L. McClune

October 25, 2010

 

Drying yellow leaves

Sparkle like light pink jewels

On the branches before 

They sway and dance

In the crisp Autumn wind.

 

*****

Depth of Beauty

By Kimberly L. McClune

October 27, 2010

 

 

Inner golden glow

Layered with orange hues,

Wrapped in deep red and russet tones,

Tipped with ancient browns.

Colors move, blending one to another.

 

*****

As always, it is my sincere hope that you enjoy these offerings.  Comments are welcome and appreciated.  Enjoy this lucious season to it's fullest.

 

Inspiration II

Wow, talk about inspiration.  Me and my littel hand held recorder went to town this morning in the rain.  Watched it reflecting light on the street, gathering on my window, making tracks down my window, listened to the sound of it agains the windows at home and in the car....Wrote three poems tonight about rain.
Here are two of them.  The other is posted separately.  Enjoy!

Raindrop Rhythm

October 12, 2010

By Kimberly L. McClune

Raindrop rhythm

Drip

Drip drip drop

Plunk

Plunk plunk

Plunk

Plunk plunk

Faster now

Drip drip

Drip drip drip

Drip Drip drop

Drip drop

Drip drip drop

Drip drop

Quicker

Pit a pit a pit a

Pit a pit a pat

Pit a pat

Fast but soft

Pit a pat

Pit a pit a pat

Pit a pat

Pit a pit a pat

Still soft it begins to sizzle

Sizzle

Sizzle sizzle

On the window

Sizzle on the ground

It sizzles,

It spatters up

Spatters up like bacon in the pan

Chicken in the fryer

Spatters up

Sizzle Sizzle

Sizzle

Sizzle Sizzle

Sizzle

Slower now

Pit a

Pit a pit a pat

Pit a

Pit a pit a pat

Slowing again

Drip drip drip drop

Drip drip drop

Drip

Drip drip drop

Finally ending

Plunk

Plunk Plunk plunk

Plunk

Drip drip drop

Plunk

Plunk Plunk

Raindrop rhythm

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Polished Street

October 12, 2010

Kimberly L. McClune

The rain soaked street

With polished shine,

Streaked with green and red and white lights

Contrasts the soft, somber, gray sky.

******

Raindrops

Raindrops
October 12, 2010
By Kimberly L. McClune


Random patterns on the window
Pooling in the corners
Pooling on the sill.
Small rivers creep down my window
Little racetracks
Dripping and falling, gliding smoothly.
Random patterns
Raindrop patterns

Newest poems

As seems to be my norm, I wrote the sunrise poem on the way to work this morning.  Was not very careful about driving a writing this time.  Need to get my new handheld recorder in line so I can talk my poems while I drive.

 

The second is in praise and enjoyment of my friends little 4 yr old whom I had the pleasure of spending the day with that last weekend.  These few words do not do justice to his sweet little spirit.  I hope you enjoy them.

 

Autumn Sunrise

October 11, 2010

By Kimberly L. McClune

 

Wind stroked clouds,

Shaped and pulled

Curved and smooth.

Contrast dark and light

Gently floating

Moving one into the other.

Stretching to hide the golden orb,

Reaching across the tender blue of morning.

 

 

4 Years Old

October 10, 2010

By Kimberly L. McClune

 

Impetuous blue eyes

Infectious boyish giggle

Frenetic motion.

Constant, new curiosity

Circling, smiling, giggling.

Playful mischief.

Blonde Joy.

 

Inspiration

Fear not that my lack of new poems posted has meant I am giving up.  I know it's been a while, but this last week was full to the brim.

Insiration lies in every part of my life, from work at the office to my daughter, to my relationships, to little four year olds chasing bubbles.  More poems are to come.

I appreciate those of you who are checking out my posts and am glad that those of you who have commented have been positive.  So far this experience has been such a revelation to me.  In fact, so much so that I will be sharing a poem very publicly very soon.  I'm afraid to do it, but will do it just the same.  A friend of mine has been luring me out of my hiding place and encouraging me to be brave.  I will share the ppoem here soon and I'll keep you all 'posted' on how the reveal goes to the outside world.

Thanks for your support.

"In A Rush
October 6, 2010
By Kimberly L. McClune

Like a tornado
Relentless and powerful
Swirling round
Gathering
Depositing
Thoughtless work

Unstoppable
Forging ahead
Oblivious surroundings
Out of control
Focused but scattered
Hopeful to end"

Newest Poem Post

So, as the days at work become one with each other, I sat at work and took respite in writing about how it feels to be in such a mad rush to accomplish something, anything......

 

Here it is.  Perhaps others can find something familiar here so that I don;t feel so alone.

 

In A Rush

October 6, 2010

By Kimberly L. McClune

 

Like a tornado

Relentless and powerful

Swirling round

Gathering

Depositing

Thoughtless work

 

Unstoppable

Forging ahead

Oblivious surroundings

Out of control

Focused but scattered

Hopeful to end