At Storm's End

Falling, shattering

Drops of light

Prisms dividing

Sunlight’s might

Colors flinging

Lifting sight

Upward arching

Dancing bright

Attempting to write poetry is something very new for me, and this blog will provide a forum. Try not to groan too loudly as I experiment with words and forms.  My children will just laugh as they recall all the silly rhymes I used to make up to entertain them. 

After the Chrysalis

beginnings are such tender things
newborn thoughts
like gossamer wings
hang inverted
barely suspended
infused with strength
unfurl extended
flexing moving
in the light
reach toward the sky
to soar in flight

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This poem was written to express my feelings about beginning this blog.  It remains to be seen if this medium of communication will be a venture of worth to myself and others.  Will it fly?