A series of List Poems
Orange
A Halloween pumpkin.
Clouds at sunset.
A glass of carrot juice.
Falling autumn leaves.
A dry harvest field.
Construction cones lining the road.
Clown fish swimming in the ocean.
Little cities of bright coral.
A brilliant copper beetle.
Hot desert sand.
An astronauts suit.
Sweet potato pie fresh from the oven.
A monarch butterfly drinking from a lily.
Tiger fur glinting in the sunlight.
Flames, sparks, and embers.
The moon on a smokey night.
A pouncing fox.
Blue
The deep clear depths of a glacial fed lake.
A scrub jay’s feather floating down from branches.
A neon icy popsicle dripping on a child’s fist.
The glint of dragonflies flitting over a pond.
Worn indigo jeans, faded to white at the knees.
Flannel bed sheets warm from the dryer.
Your favorite t-shirt.
Cornflowers growing in the garden.
A rainforest frog perched on a leaf.
The eye of a peacock feather.
Betta fish scales glinting under fluorescent lights.
My eyes when you catch them from across the room.
A lima bean shaped pool reflecting the Arizona sun.
Just below the ocean’s surface, a blue whale.
Brown
Pottery made from backyard clay.
The rich soil as you plant a peace lily.
Diner coffee with two pods of creamer.
Late night chocolate bars.
A leather saddle and the smell of horse.
Polished wood shelves filled with books.
A glass of whiskey.
Farmer’s Market chicken eggs.
Hibernating grizzly bears asleep in their den.
A squirrels winter stash of acorns.
Paper bags filled with this week’s groceries.
A fresh baked loaf of rye bread.
Pine Cones scented cinnamon sweet.
Your eyes when you smile at me, our heads on our pillows.
Green
Ferns dotted with early morning dew.
Trees deep in the forest.
Moss growing on the side of a boulder.
Sticky slime from a plastic jar in your childhood bedroom.
Fresh chives sprinkled on top of mushroom risotto.
The stoplight saying “go” on a late night drive.
Your husband’s hockey jersey.
Your sister’s favorite color.
The garden hose that you drink from on hot summer days.
Tennis balls you throw for your dog.
Avocados, limes, and cilantro ready for guacamole.
Thick Aloe Vera leaves.
The felt lining on a pool table.
A snake hanging in lazy loops from a rainforest tree.
Emeralds lined up inside a jeweler’s case.
Rows of hedges leading to a secret garden.
Gray
Storm clouds on a fall afternoon.
The least favorite Nintendo 64 controller.
Smoke curling up from the candle you just blew out.
Stones in a river bed.
Ashes from last night’s campfire.
A silver haired wolf howling at the crescent moon.
Smokey quartz on a white gold chain.
Coins dropped into the slot to play another arcade game.
A sleepy Koala bear.
Aluminum foil wrapped tight around a burrito.
The fridge humming in your kitchen.
Sidewalks leading down empty early morning streets.
Shiny metal trash cans.
A second place trophy.
Your father’s wrench glinting as he fixes the bathroom sink.
Raindrops racing each other down the windshield.
Duct tape holding together your college sofa.
Black
The letters on the page.
When the power goes out on a moonless night.
Blackberries ripe off the vine.
A flock of crows scattering into the sky.
The 8 ball rolling into the corner pocket.
Zebra’s stripes.
Your cat stretching in the sunlight.
The rubber tires on your first car.
The keys on the piano you inherited from your grandmother.
A cartoon bomb that fails to stop the roadrunner.
Pirate flag snapping in the wind.
An asphalt road winding into the mountains.
The city skyline as the sun sets.
Skeleton keys.
A raven on a writing desk.
Sharp obsidian arrowheads.
A record playing late into the night.
White
A winter rabbit twitching its nose.
The papery outside of garlic cloves.
Marshmallows on a stick ready to roast.
Sea shells scattered in the sand.
Flour on the tip of your nose.
Polar bears playing in the snow.
Gardens filled with daisies.
Soft clouds on a summer day.
Downy goose feathers.
A two day old lamb.
Freshly washed linen on the clothing line.
A flocked Christmas tree.
A blizzard howling against the windows while you’re safe inside.
I love the images I get from reading these poems. It also makes me realize that poetry comes in many forms.