How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Thank you Gil x

your poem is very beautiful I love it Jackie.

Cynthia and Gill both fabulous writes, well done ☓

Thanks Cynthia,, love your too

That was so sad, sweet, and beautifully written. I loved it Gil. Well done.

The journey Home

It was late one night, not that long ago.

From my desk in the darken room, with only my reading lamp shining down on the book I read.

I could hear the thunder and see the lighting as it lit the window near me.

I’m not sure how it happen or when, but I heard a sound and I turn around to see a young girl, with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes looking at me.

She must have been about 7 or 8 years of age

She wore a plaid dress, a cute little lass was she. She told me her name was Alice.

It was so odd though for you see she was talking to me from inside large mirror on the wall of my room.

She said, oh kind sir can you help me, as man of some responsibilities and gentleman at that.

I said of course dear, what is your dilemma?

She said that she was out in her mother’s garden taking pictures with her brand new camera.

When she spied a quaint little follow, a delightful red squirrel with a very long tail, His Name was Sir John, and was a royal by birth.

She introduced herself and asked if she could take his picture, He smile and said but of course, may I also get one of you.

Well, I said how can I help you? She said with a tear in her eye, that she was lost and wanted to go home. She wanted mommy and grandma.

I said most certainly I will help you, so into the looking glass I went without a thought, after all there’s a little lady who was lost and needed my help.

I soon found myself in this park, with Alice beside me with a big smile. Sir John was still there and looked me straight in the eye.

He said to me, Sir please help this child, her way home is just over there, take her down this pathway and you’ll be there.

I was going to say a word to him but before I could he was off on the run.

Down the path we both went, until I spotted a home on the hill, surrounding the building of white was a beautiful garden, so colorful it was blinding my sight.

Through the garden gate we both did enter

I could see flowers of all kinds on both sides of the path. We walked up to the house there in the large picture window I could see people but could not make out their faces.

Alice looked at me with a smile, and gave me a hug. She said thank you kind sir for helping me home, but please excuses me I must return to my mom. I would invite you in, but I cannot just now. I smile back I understand you go to your mom right now.

As she open the door, she looked back at me

Suddenly her face change, what a shocked this can’t be, for the little girl now looking at me was my granddaughter who died along with my wife and her mother and father in a plane crash two years past.

I stammer, in shock as I reach for words to say, when suddenly the people looking from the picture window came clear. There before me was my beloved wife smiling and waving to me she threw a kiss with her hand. Alongside of her I could now see my daughter and her husband both smiling and waving, and then there was sweet Clair, my little granddaughter now with her mom and dad at the window.

I wanted to run to them but I could not move, just like that they disappeared one again.

The next thing I knew I was back in my room looking at the looking glass. I thought I must have been dreaming. But then on the other side of the mirror there was that squirrel again

He looked me straight in the eye and said Son you may not recognize me, but I’m your old dad.

God sent me to help you; I know your lost has hurt you so much; you have given up all hope of living. You have lost all faith, and hate your life. God understand this and he wants you to know.

Your family did not leave you, but are merely just near you in the looking glass; they wait with great joy for the time when you’ll pass through the looking glass one more and return their arms and to the house on the hill. The one surrounded by a beautiful garden full of wondrous things!

Guildford H Windley

March 12, 2018

Nestled in a mushroom wood sleeping dreams I sought.

Was back in the day of hippies and things, where stuff was dug not bought.

It must be wrong it cannot be right, these treasures that I seek,

One…two…three in the bag and one in the mouth for me.

A rest I took for mushroom digging was quite a task,

I did not know that I fell asleep, it must have been really fast.

Had the mushroom taken control, or was I in a deep sleep

My body shrank a little girl I was, and I began to weep.

I wandered around camera in hand, taking pictures here and there,

I ran into a huge squirrel with a camera and red hair.

Startled me he did, I imagine I did him too,

I snapped a picture of him what else could I do?

No one would believe me, and his words lent me to believe,

He snapped a picture as well for his friends not to deceive.

He chattered on and on of never seeing the likes of me,

I stood in utter shock oh the image, I must be free.

So we both had pictures of an unbelievable day,

Waking up I searched, no camera where I lay.

The mushrooms had taken their price, no camera to be found

No more. No more, I yelled as my head went round and round.

Throwing down the bag, leaving the mushroom wood,

Behind the tree the camera he held and laughed as he stood.

The puny human thought she slept and thought it was a dream,

Beware the mushrooms for the huge squirrel was the Mushroom King.

© Cynthia Clark

This is amazing. I love it, Jackie

Little Alice looking through the lens

Saw a big red squirrel

And wanted to be friends

Take a picture of me and I will take one of you

We'll call it a Selfie and share it via Twitter, Facebook and Instagram

We'll hashtag best friends and maybe nature too

We'll create a page for everyone to see little Alice and Big Red

Ask them to Like, Comment and Share

Growing our audience far and wide, well take our page nationwide

Little Alice looking through the lens saw an opportunity to make best friends.