Beneath the rubble I could see bricks peeking through and my mind began to wander Was there more underneath? Perhaps an entire home was buried here Who had lived here? What had happened? Perhaps it was an earthquake that rumbled years ago Had the people survived? Were their souls lingering here amongst the bricks buriedContinue reading “As My Mind Wanders”
Category Archives: Crimson’s Creative Challenge
Family of Squirrels
The following children’s poem was written in response to Crispina’s weekly challenge. There’s a tree in the field where squirrels love to play The trunk is partially hollowed out, come with me to see it today I’ll introduce you to my friends You’ll see that there are ten A family of squirrels that all haveContinue reading “Family of Squirrels”
Is There a Monster Underneath
The following poem was written in response to #Crimson’s Creative Challenge #70. What lurks beneath? Perhaps something with very large teeth. Will it bite me if I look to see? Will it bite me in the knee? Maybe it’s friendly Maybe it’s deadly I don’t wait around Time to leave this town Running asContinue reading “Is There a Monster Underneath”
Grouchy & Greta Gnome
Grouchy and Greta Gnome were just waking up from a long winter’s nap. “Grouchy, look at this mess, what are we going to do?” “Oh, Greta, come on, I just woke up, let me focus on getting my eyes open.” “Where did all these empty old pots come from?” “Would you stop worrying aboutContinue reading “Grouchy & Greta Gnome”
The Old Farm
The following was written for Crispina’s weekly challenge called Crimson’s Creative Challenge. Once profitable Now sits sadly abandoned To be dismantled © Susan Zutautas 2020
The Eagle Haiku
Watching for his meal He sits high upon his perch Ready to take flight This majestic bird Has a wingspan of eight feet Powerfully fast Lives up to twenty A natural carnivore Can easily swim © Susan Zutautas 2019 This haiku was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #56.
Standing At The Gates
This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #50 The gates are locked please let me in Don’t leave me standing I must come in It is my time please set me free Don’t leave me out please let me in I know I’ve sinned please don’t rescind Open up the gates please let me inContinue reading “Standing At The Gates”
Stained Glass – Haiku
Brilliance of colours Shine through stained glass reflecting yellows, blues, and reds © Susan Zutautas 2019 This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #47.
Fools On The Hill
The hill was steep You couldn’t hear a peep Till we rolled down the hill Like Jack & Jill Giggles and laughs we looked back at the path To where we started Our butts really smarted Then … one of us farted This was written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #46. Continue reading “Fools On The Hill”
Down by the River
This poem is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #45. Standing on the shoreline I gaze across the river The day is chilly but yet I stay put and shiver Daydreaming with memories of my childhood Of all the times when I’d come here to collect driftwood The water back then was always choppy We’d ride downContinue reading “Down by the River”
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