Poetry By Tahlia Jones

Rain falling slowly Moistening the trees and road Peace and beauty. Haiku

Quiet, calm and serene Soft, warm and safe In a mother’s arms.

So much depends upon a bright, blue pen Hard and pointy touch Getting ready to write. Red Wheel Barrow

So much depends upon An old, green school chair Quietly sitting in the corner Sit on it I dare! Red Wheel Barrow

Reflections resting on the calm water surface, The cold, harsh breeze stirs the trees, The smell of fresh laid snow covering the mountains, The taste of a new day. Ekphrastic

Cranky and stern, never doing its job right Dishes always coming out dirty, oh what a sight Like a thundering storm bellowing in the night Then when discovered, quiet as a kite. Metaphor

Thongs screaming loudly in pain As he walks on a bindii patch Blissfully unaware of the distress he is causing Like little needles stabbing unmercifully Personification

The chair protested loudly when the obese lady sat on it. Creaking and groaning it felt overwhelmed When would it all end? When the plate was empty. Personification

The clothesline sang happily As the washing dried in the wind While leaves danced across the yard And clouds tiptoed overhead. Personification