Poetry Taste #24: “Watchful Hawk”

 

The watchful hawk perched

Tall atop the soccer goal -

Monitors in dusk.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2022]

Poetry Taste #23: “Monarch Butterflies in a Garden”

Monarch butterfly in flight | ©AlyssaScheidemann

In the butterfly

Garden, a Monarch passes,

So regal in flight.

Two Monarchs flutter

Around each other in dance,

On an autumn day.

One butterfly lands

On an orange flower to

Rest in the garden.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2021]

Poetry Taste #22: "Bright Summer Sea"

 

The sun shining bright

Makes the sea water sparkle

Like a diamond stone.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2011]

Poetry Taste #21: Nonet - "Family Time on Easter"

 

Bunny with decorated eggs in a basket. © kobeza - Adobe Stock

Easter is lovely family time.
The house decorated with eggs,
Pastels and bunny statues.
Dipping eggs in colors.
Festive family meals.
Shaped chocolates
In baskets.
End of
Lent.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2023]

Easter decorations. © Pixel-Shot - Adobe Stock

Happy Easter to those who celebrate!

Poetry Taste #20: "St. Paddy's Day This Year"

 

St. Patrick's Day decor - © wavebreak3 - Adobe Stock

It is different this year,

When celebrating St. Patrick’s Day.

I usually enjoy hard cider since I don’t like beer.

It is on a community food truck night over here,

Which means at least it falls on a Friday.

So it is different this year.

I have a planned path I need to adhere

To; being alcohol-free with no leeway.

I usually enjoy hard cider since I don’t like beer.

Instead I’ll focus on a relaxed atmosphere,

With mocktails, a minty milkshake or green entree.

Which makes it different this year.

How different I’ll need to celebrate is clear.

And from my plan, I won’t stray.

I usually enjoy hard cider since I don’t like beer.

Regardless of the festivities, there’ll be lots of cheer,

And the mood won’t be dull & grey.

It really is different this year,

Since I usually enjoy hard cider because I don’t like beer.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2023]

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

Poetry Taste #19: "Morning Grass"

 

Dew on grass - © Paul - Adobe Stock

The grass, wet with dew,

Sparkles in the Spring sun like

Crystals on the ground.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2021]

Poetry Taste #18: "Life is Grand”

My romantic life is grand.
There is lots of sweet laughter.
I have pretty rings on my left hand.

Before, the days were bland,
And real love was what I sought after.
Now my romantic life is grand.

I can have affection and love on demand.
I have found my happily ever after,
And am loving the pretty rings on my left hand.

Ask for your desire - and life turns out better than planned.
I’m loving this new life chapter.
My romantic life is grand.

No longer do I feel lost in a woodland.
I left the single life behind with a delightful answer.
I am loving the pretty rings on my left hand.

Solidified in a ceremony with colorful sand,
I became a Mrs. within four years’ time worth of intriguing banter.
Now my romantic life is grand.
I love my hubby, and the pretty rings on my left hand.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2021]

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Poetry Taste #17: "Self-love in a Cup”

Strawberry & Vanilla Tea | ©AlyssaScheidemann

tea in a mug | ©AlyssaScheidemann

Wake
Up, Sleep,
and healing
Ails tea; I drink
All.


Tea,
Fragrant
Herbal or
Green; love in a
Cup.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2021]

Poetry Taste #16: "Embracing 30"

30th birthday cupcake | © Africa Studio - Adobe Stock

Below is a nonet poem "poetry taste" I have recently written about how I was feeling one year ago before I turned 30 last December.

At first I was not looking forward
To turning thirty - but soon I
Realized it is not so bad.
As thirty drew closer, I looked to embrace
it. A chapter
To newly
Start for
me.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2019]

I also wrote an acrostic poem version of this poem subject. The acrostic poem is published on Hubpages. Please visit the Hubpages "My Hubs" section below in this blog for the link to read the acrostic poem titled "Thirty."

Poetry Taste #15: "Reclined Twist Practice"

The mountain of stress
Had formed intricate knots in my back.
I know exactly what needs to be done
To make me relaxed - it is not a stranger to me.

Moments later I am lying on my mat,
Arms outstretched to the letter T;
Legs bent in and folded to my torso -
Ready to twist about in a reclined twist.

Twisting and turning one way,
Then the other.
Wringing out built up of stress,
Stretching and untwisting the intricate knots.

Bending but not braking;
Loving to love myself.
I breathe in and breathe out,
Keeping rhythm with my stretching self.

Finally, I am relaxed and stress-free;
And one of my favorites in yoga
Has melted away the mountain successfully -
The reclined twist pose.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2019]

Poetry Taste #14: "Fish Jumping for Joy"

Mullet fish leap high
Out of the backwater in
June in Florida.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2019]

Poetry Tastes #9 - 11: More Poetry That Previously Were Only Published as Notes on Facebook

Below are more of my older "poetry tastes" that were previously only published as notes on my Author Facebook page. I have decided to relocate them here in my blog.

Poetry Taste #9: "A Spicy Salsa"

(poem written for a poetry prompt I completed on twitter in 2011)

They entered into a dreamscape,
Tumbling together in the dark,
Blushing between candy kisses,
Speechless,
A spicy salsa.

Poetry Taste #10: "Whispering Secrets"

Secrets in the wind
Whisper though pine leaves
Lit with the spring sun.

Poetry Taste #11: "Dreamcatcher"

Eyelids flutter,
Voices mutter.
Angelic dreams pass through only;
No more am I lonely.


[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2011]

Poetry Tastes #4 - 7: Poetry That Previously Were Only Published as Notes on Facebook

Below are some of my older "poetry tastes" that were previously only published as notes on my Author Facebook page. I have decided to relocate them here in my blog.

Poetry Taste #4: "Comforting The Moon"

The moon lies bright
In a cloudless sky
Alone with no starlight
Above my
Head. The cool air dancing
On my skin.
Overcome with curious eyes gazing,
I'm giving in.
Pointing a finger,
Keeping open one eye,
I trace stars
In the dark sky
To comfort the moon,
To keep it from breaking into a teardrop tune.

Poetry Taste #5: "Angels' Regret"

The moonless sky mirrors
Against the still lake,
Sends glittering black
Rays into oblivion.

A single rose on the edge, left
Regret in the minds
Of the Angels full of light
In the distance.

The abandoned meadow, burning,
smoldering and melting to nothing.

Poetry Taste #6: "Difficult to Anger"

Try to push me to the edge,
Try again and again.
My limit is as high as a mountain's ledge;
I can easily refrain.

Poetry Taste #7: "Hold Me"

Wrap your arms around
me; hold me dear, close, tight, in
the late wintry night.


[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2010-2011]

Poetry Taste #13: "The Great Egret"

A Great Egret gulps
Its fishy lunch in the hot
Florida summer.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2019]

Poetry Taste #12: "Summer Storm"

A storm is brewing
Palm trees bend with the fierce wind.
Clouds darken the sky.
Walking through the summer rain,
I come out barely scathed.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2013]

Poetry Taste #8: "Out Of Control"

"Out Of Control"

Falling apart from the inside,
All too fast, tears slide.
Out of control,
A heart-ached soul,
So wrong; it can never be right,
She considers taking flight.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2011]

Poetry taste #3: "Sleepy Sun"

"Sleepy Sun"

In bed, the early
Morning bright sun creeps through my
Window in autumn.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2010]

Poetry taste #2: "Scarred"

Lungs scarred from pneumonia's branding,
Once into me, the cough seeps.
It takes time for mending,
As it cuts so deep.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2010]

Poetry taste #1: "Confusion" poem

The water is to the rim,
I shut my eyes tight.
Water fills my ears
As I contemplate.
You flash across
My mind.
Is this right?
Alone, I'm numb.
You're only light;
Love; clarity.
I'm unbreakable
Like a superglued vase.

[Alyssa Scheidemann - 2010]