#mowing - Hello Poetry

Quenching my thirst, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I gulp (ladylike, of course) tepid water, slowing my burst to match the quiet calm, I catch a glimpse of new birds playing on the army-cut grass, short and sharp. Need for replenishing balm! I smile; a 90's tune comes to mind, but with a 'fresh' take: "my mowing [milkshake] brings all the birds [boys] to the yard..." La la, la la, la. Grind!

0

Dec 1, 2024

Dec 1, 2024 at 9:36 PM UTC

bekahalle

"my mowing brings all the birds to the yard"

Quenching my thirst, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I gulp (ladylike, of course) tepid water, slowing my burst to match the quiet calm, I catch a glimpse of new birds playing on the army-cut grass, short and sharp. Need for replenishing balm! I smile; a 90's tune comes to mind, but with a 'fresh' take: "my mowing [milkshake] brings all the birds [boys] to the yard..." La la, la la, la. Grind!

13

When the nimble aphids are leaping And squat caterpillars are creeping They’re fleeing on before The mower’s starting roar, Like field-mice at the autumn reaping.

0

Jun 9, 2024

Jun 9, 2024 at 11:27 PM UTC

david-plantinga

Mowing

When the nimble aphids are leaping And squat caterpillars are creeping They’re fleeing on before The mower’s starting roar, Like field-mice at the autumn reaping.

5

He called me dense It still sticks to me Not because I'm hurt or anything But because, I find it funny I don't think I am I do notice things around me Honestly though, half the time it's a real pain to be aware of everything I know what I need to I focus on what I deem important Yet...maybe my lack of societal awareness has dubbed me dense? I certainly do sport a happy go lucky attitude Often childish Book smart, but often confused seeming And I certainly do have the annoying habit of people pleasing while being shy and diffident at times It's funny I almost feel smarter with myself When I'm with others self-consciousness self-doubt social anxiety naturally takes hold It sometimes places me in the role of under dog Or is it dark horse? The one, who surprisingly pulls through Surprisingly, has abilities I'm a little bit like a wave I suppose On a stormy night Lashing this way and that as I please Sometimes broken down other times mowing my way through So, maybe I am dense Maybe I'm not I don't know Life... can be described by many adjectives But, let me keep mowing through On my own merry way Chugging like, as my little brother would say, A chu chu train

0

Sep 20, 2018

Sep 20, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC

CynicalStrawberry

He called me Dense

He called me dense It still sticks to me Not because I'm hurt or anything But because, I find it funny I don't think I am I do notice things around me Honestly though, half the time it's a real pain to be aware of everything I know what I need to I focus on what I deem important Yet...maybe my lack of societal awareness has dubbed me dense? I certainly do sport a happy go lucky attitude Often childish Book smart, but often confused seeming And I certainly do have the annoying habit of people pleasing while being shy and diffident at times It's funny I almost feel smarter with myself When I'm with others self-consciousness self-doubt social anxiety naturally takes hold It sometimes places me in the role of under dog Or is it dark horse? The one, who surprisingly pulls through Surprisingly, has abilities I'm a little bit like a wave I suppose On a stormy night Lashing this way and that as I please Sometimes broken down other times mowing my way through So, maybe I am dense Maybe I'm not I don't know Life... can be described by many adjectives But, let me keep mowing through On my own merry way Chugging like, as my little brother would say, A chu chu train

57

On a brisk autumn evening I became aware of the chorus Of leaves as I dumped Another bag of grass Onto my compost pile. The changing colors above me Resounded like waves Crashing on the ocean shore. Looking at those branches Swaying in the breeze ****** my mind to the months ahead. I will see these same trees Bare as a skeleton in the frigid air, Clacking and clicking in the wind. With that thought I realized: Even in the dead of winter, As long as she has breath, Nature sings her thankful song.

0

Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC

austin-bauer

Winter Song

On a brisk autumn evening I became aware of the chorus Of leaves as I dumped Another bag of grass Onto my compost pile. The changing colors above me Resounded like waves Crashing on the ocean shore. Looking at those branches Swaying in the breeze ****** my mind to the months ahead. I will see these same trees Bare as a skeleton in the frigid air, Clacking and clicking in the wind. With that thought I realized: Even in the dead of winter, As long as she has breath, Nature sings her thankful song.

18