Night on Speed

November 1, 2014November 1, 2014Vonita 2 Comments

Every night when I close my eyes
Exhausted at having stayed awake
Way past bedtime to write Daily Post

I only have to blink and I’m awake
Morning has arrived and sun greets anew
Where on earth did night escape to?

It rushed by like a train on steam
No patience for passengers
Especially none for ones like me

Who would take advantage
Of night’s midnight hours
To cram in minutes if I may

So please slow down
Dear Night I plead
Allow me to have my way with you

An extra hour or two
Would really, so deliciously
Make one very happy, productive me!

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/pace-oddity/

Descending to the Deep

October 31, 2014March 14, 2015Vonita 4 Comments

Spiraling down and
Down and down again from right
Top to the deepest
Point

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/descent/

School Time, Drop-off Time!

October 30, 2014March 14, 2015Vonita Leave a comment

Do not mess with Kids
Drop-off Zone at school for there
Are police watching!!!

Agapanthus Thriving

October 30, 2014March 14, 2015Vonita 2 Comments

This is what a row
Of agapanthus should look
Like, mine certainly don’t!

How hard can it be to grow agapanthus?
Year after year I’ve been getting less flower heads from a whole row of agapanthus and this year I only have one (will take a photo of it later)!

Spider Web

October 30, 2014March 14, 2015Vonita 6 Comments

spider webbing in
the shadow of green foliage –
crafting his new home

Fibonacci Flower

October 29, 2014March 14, 2015Vonita Leave a comment

How many petals
Are on this flower, can you
Count thirty-four? So we can
Prove Fibonacci?

Wake up, coffee time!

October 28, 2014March 14, 2015Vonita Leave a comment

What inspiration
For morning post could be as
Helpful as coffee?

Birthday Baby

October 28, 2014October 28, 2014Vonita 18 Comments

Birthdays make me sad

For a number of reasons, not just one
Not a single birthday do I have
But two

Which would be the day
I entered the world
Escaped from my mother’s womb

And the day that is recorded
For all the years to come
On my passport, driver’s licence
Any document that would record

The hospital would have
My real birthday noted
Other witness is no more

Every year I get to celebrate
Not one day, but two
And I wish I had but none

My mother and I shared the same week
Three days, but generations apart
Her Farewell was celebrated
On my birthday, at least on one of them
And so birthdays make me sad

What would my new sign be?

My new sign would be
April Baby!

How would I describe those who share it?

I would describe them as
Being Alive!

I do not like to share birthdays
With Farewell Services on the same day

As a birthday of mine

And so birthdays make me sad

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/custom-zodiac/