Picture Poetry

I am dabbling in the art of Picture Poetry.  I hope that you can tell what I mean by observation and poetic appreciation.  I am quite taken with this art form, and hope that you enjoy it with me, both visually and poetically.  

           THE CRY OF THE SOUL

I wish I was                            a pioneer; to

Travel unknown                       lands.  I wish I was

An ocean beach; to live             with wave and sands.

 I wish I was a battle cry; to be a marching song.  I wish

I was a warrior; I’d have courage and be strong.  I wish I

 Was a joyful tear, so all the sorrow blurs.  I wish I was

   a President; to give a speech that stirs.  I wish I was

     a puppy dog; I’d smile and be your friend.  I wish

        I was a patient nurse; all my help, I’d lend.  I

            wish I was a rainbow; high above in the

                sky.  I wish I was a thundercloud;

                     My tears would freely cry.  I

                        Wish I was a pioneer; to

                              Travel unknown

                                 Lands.  I wish

                                    I was… I

                                        wish.

NEVER A MOMENT TO SPARE

The 

Tree stands

Alone in the woods;

Never 

A minute

To spare.  The tree

Is so busy thinking big

Thoughts, it won't hear you 

Coming.

No, it won't

Hear you coming 

until you're upon it, as 

you coax it out of its dreams.

The tree stands alone in the woods;

Never a 

Minute 

To spare.