Blossom

Hi,

Today I was inspired to write this poem. At first it was about flowers, then I realized how many flower names there are. Then it became about children too.

There are a lot of girl flower names out there, but not a lot of boy ones, so there are more girl names than boy names in this poem. I’ll let you figure out which ones are supposed to be the boy ones.

I hope you like it!

Blossom

Flowers blossom,

bright red roses,

shining white lilies,

deep purple violets,

radiant daisies,

red and orange poppies,

pure white jasmines,

pale pink clovers,

purple-blue sage,

yellow or white yarrow,

flowers in a field,

or children in a park,

far away you cannot know,

listen close and watch them grow.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a glance at a previous poem of mine,

Child

“tiny hands

reach out

little eyes

open” -Kylli Berg

Distant Stars

Hi,

Today I will be sharing with you a poem I wrote today. It’s about dreaming of other galaxies.

I hope you like it.

Distant Stars

Stars,

shining,

lighting up the sky with their brilliance,

far away planets,

perhaps some with aliens,

perhaps not,

yet,

down,

on Earth,

a small child looks up,

dreaming

of other galaxies.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a bit of a previous post,

Stars are Lonely

“I could say you’re like a star, with planets caught in your gravity.” -Kylli Berg

Motherhood

Hi,

When I first started this blog, I said I would be posting some short stories along with my poems. Now I am going to live up to that, with a short story I wrote just a little while ago.

I hope you like it.

Motherhood

The Girl stared out at the cold grey sky, as if she thought if she looked hard enough she might see a dragon, or a spaceship, or an adventure waiting to happen. That adventure waited all right, it waited until the Girl was no longer a Girl, it waited until she was a Woman.

The Woman was married and now she was going on the adventure she had always dreamed of…. ..she was going to have a Baby. So she battled dirty diapers, wiped away tears, and watched as her little Baby learned how to walk.

Then her little Baby became a Kid, running around, getting dirty, and making noise. But the Woman soldiered on, she had the title of Mother. So she taught the three R’s, steadied bicycles, and put Band-Aids on skinned knees.

But then, the Kid became a Teenager and the Mother had to face her fiercest enemies yet. So she battled mood swings and attitudes, pimples and grumbles, texting and video games, until……………..

The Teenager became an Adult and the Adult got married and had Kids of her own……..

And the Girl who became a Woman who became a Mother, became a Grandma and soon another Girl was staring out at the sky…

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Anyway, it’s time for a quote from on of my earlier poems,

Defiance at the Sun Streaked Sky

“Love is the sky, forever protecting.” -Kylli Berg

Child

Hi,

Yesterday someone I know had a baby, so today I am writing a poem about that.

It’s about a baby.

I hope you like it!

Child

tiny hands

reach out

little eyes

open

amazed

by the world

they just now are seeing

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a quote from one of my previous poems,

Stay with me Little Child

“Wide open eyes looking at the world, seeing what only those who have not seen before can see.” -Kylli Berg

Trust

Hi,

Today I am super excited for the release of season seven of Star Wars The Clone Wars, it seems like they are going to focus on Ahsoka Tano a lot.

For those of you who are not Star Wars fans, Ahsoka Tano was Anakin Skywalker’s Padawan, she left the Jedi Order after she was framed for murder. Anakin cleared her name, but she had lost her trust in the Order, as they had lost trust in her.

This poem is inspired by that, it’s about trust.

So, before I geek out anymore, here is my latest poem!

Trust

A fragile thing,

easily lost,

difficult to gain,

careful who you give it to,

lest you be betrayed,

yet do not always doubt,

lest you stand alone and fall.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a look at one of my previous poems,

Broken

“My heart flies on wings of gold, but suddenly, crashes, down, down to the ground,” -Kylli Berg

Sled

Hi,

We just got our first real snow here and it’s finally time to sled.

Marching up that hill until your legs are wondering why they took the position with the Department of Walking, flying down the hill like the wind, and curling up on the couch with a cup of cocoa.

This poem is about that.

It’s about sledding.

Sled

Lay down on a seemingly flimsy piece of foam,

kick the snow until,

you go rushing down the hill,

the snow flies in your face,

quickly,

don’t hit the snowman of yesteryear,

here comes the big bump,

the one your’re finally big enough to go on,

angle the sled just so,

careful now,

it rushes closer and closer,

until,

you fly.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a quote from a poem I wrote a bit ago,

Listen

“Stand quiet in the silence, listen, listen close.” -Kylli Berg

Change

Hi,

I’m sorry I haven’t made a post lately, the holidays have been super busy, so I kind of gave myself a break.

This poems is about the end, the end of the holidays.

Change

The lights are unstrung,

the ornaments packed away,

the tree taken down,

not to be seen again for many a day,

the carols are no longer sung,

the holly no longer hung,

the holidays are over now,

by the time they roll around again,

we’ll be different people,

inside our souls.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it.

Now, I’d like to share with you a quote from one of my earlier poems,

Gift

“Until you looked closer and saw the love that had made them.” -Kylli Berg

Gift

Hi,

It’s December, that means Christmas is coming!

The Christmas tree we put up looks so beautiful, I can see it from here. I was inspired by the tree, the Christmas spirit, and most importantly, love.

I hope you like it!

Gift

the lights reflected off

the sparkling ornaments

hung upon the evergreen bough

arranged on the ground

haphazardly

were gifts

wrapped clumsily

with simple notes scrawled on them

in a child’s hand

they weren’t much to look at

until

you looked

closer

and saw

the love

that had made them

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Anyway, let’s take a look at a quote from one of my previous poems,

Wonder

“The sun climbs up out of bed, smiling a smile that lights up the sky.” -Kylli Berg

Listen

Hi,

Recently I went on a trip to the Grand Canyon, it was pretty awesome and today I’ll be sharing with you a poem I wrote about the feeling I got just standing in the silence.

I hope you like it!

Listen

Stand quiet in the silence,

listen,

listen close.

Listen to the silent words,

spoken by the wind,

listen to the silent songs,

whispered by the leaves,

listen to the nothingness that isn’t nothing at all,

listen to the silence-

it’s the whole world singing.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Anyway, now for a look at one of my previous poems,

“But instead you stand there, wondering, just wondering.” -Kylli Berg

Wonder

Hi,

Today I will be showing you a poem I wrote.

I hope you like it.

Wonder

The sun climbs up out of bed,

smiling a smile that lights up the sky,

shining it’s light over the rocky mountaintops and canyons,

the only sound heard is the sound of an eagle,

soaring above to a long-forgotten place,

if only you had wings you could follow him,

but instead you stand there,

wondering,

just wondering.

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Thanks for reading this, I hope you liked it!

Now a quote from one of my previous poems,

Criss Cross Applesauce

“Watching day turn to night like a lamp, turned off, after little eyes gently close. Hoping to catch a glimpse of the last bird flying home.” -Kylli Berg