Morning Rose Be my morning rose Be the beauty I behold First thing in the morning Grace my life with your presence Be my morning rose

As a periwinkle sky provided background, For a storm cloud to gather its strength, And spread warning before the thunder and lightning would start, The Forest Ranger checked her dashboard clock.   Tonight, her lifetime career would be crowned — Praised for its unblemished length….

What if I have no more poetry left in me. All my grief drained in these metaphors, what if I have written all my poems and all I have left is bare bones. I’ve been here before and I’ve conquered but what if I don’t…

Rain had nourished the Periwinkle; a beautiful blue flower with petals shaped like a fan. The little girl took them gently in her hands and sniffed them then she returned to jumping in the puddles nearby. Her black gumboots were caked with mud and she…

St Patrick’s Day Gumboot War I am not in the habit Of using words I don’t know This list includes single syllable And multi syllabic words I have a decent vocabulary And understand words in context Passive knowledge I do my best with metaphors And…

Reflection (Inspired by my painting, REFLECTION)   As my kitchen window reflects my neighbour’s home so, I see myself in you.   What I like and love about you, I like and love about myself. What I judge about you, I judge about myself.  …

Forest Ranger – Poem 11     The Forest Ranger sees through the painting On the wooden floor of the patio fainting Music denotes his heart beat as he listens Headphones a sign of his glisten   On the wooden floor of the patio fainting…

Don’t ask me how my trip went Don’t ask me what I bought Instead, let me tell you what I saw. While walking on the main street The heart of the city Behold, there stood a storefront With bold sign in the big gigantic letter…

sweet corn in the summer I never liked it much thought it was too hot on warm night the canned stuff too wet and bland but the cobs too hard to eat as a kid but years later I understand family sitting around the table…

Play like a Child, Paint like a Child, Imagination unfolds as paint splatters and spills, smothering paper- in happiness and delight! Creativity and Health- Unleashed! Poem 11 by Ingrid Exner, Half Marathon 2021