Tag: Poetry
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3 August: The July Journal 19.7.23
Wednesday, 19 July: Tiled Rooftops Arrivederci Italia.This is Bourgogne,and it’s about wine today. Vineyards, and wooden presses.Dust-flaked villages,and yellow stone houseswith shutters closed on white heat. But I want to see Beaune.Next time, he says.Which meansI’m not going to see Beaune. Arrived.Dijon.The city.Not the mustard. Nevertheless,I plan to buy mustard.Lots of it.For not seeing Beaune.…
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2 August: The July Journal 21.7.23
Date: 21.7 Over therein the midst of wind turbines,where a field of greenis glad of rain,and a line of treesform strokes on the horizon,stand a few Charolaise facingaway from the weather. It’s Van Gogh.His fields,an infinity of sunflowers,heavy heads, downcastbrown and drying in the sun.His fieldsbaled hay, bronzed and amberunder coiffed clouds. A farmer.His wife.A…
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1 August: White Horse
White Horse And he doesn’t even like horses. Moreover, he hates that he’s called the horseman without a horse. He backs away from its rising height over him. This white horse rearing up, its voice of thunder is a shockwave, and the guys are sitting over there on a railing watching the whole scene play…
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1 August: A Cherita Poem, Napoleon’s Face
A Cherita Poem: Napoleon’s Face I saw Napoleon’s face today. A statue. Stone blackas any onyx starless night. Eyes closed to us.A sign read, Do Not Touch.No need. I knew he’d be cold. Written for Paul’s Wombwell Rainbow #poeticFormsChallenge . A cherita consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then…
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31 July: A Cherita Poem About Cut Flowers
A Cherita Poem Form: Cut Flowers Cut like angel wings a handful of flowersin a jam jar tumblingas if from an arbour,perfumed and unbridled. Written for Paul’s Wombwell Rainbow #poeticFormsChallenge . A cherita poem consists of a single stanza of a one-line verse, followed by a two-line verse, and then finishing with a three-line verse. It can be…
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30 July: A Cadralor Poem
30.7.23 – A Cadralor Poem: Reading Stones I.I’m reading their stones,the old dead,remembering thoseI never knew. II.Her name is May.2-months. Sweet childwho never cried.Delicate as spring. III.Here lays Captain Morton,stood on a curving prow.Troubled by a cargo,the sea took him down. IV.A fisherman at rest,in rain and morning air.A squalling tangle of nets,his lights still…
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30 July: The July Journal 18.7.23
18 July: Severe Heat Warning (130 words, -1 minute reading time) Cannes streets empty.Prismed heat and shards of sun. Power failures.No aircon.No hot water A cold shower is luxury. We left Cannes that afternoon,thinking north might be cooler.But it’s not. SatNav has heatstroke.Did 4 wrong turns.Put us on the tram tracks,and then in the bus…
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29 July: Smoke and Ash
29.07.23 A Duplex Form A Duplex Poem: Smoke and Ash Windows open. Breeze skimming through the house,a song on the radio, don’t know who’s singing it. Not knowing isn’t not caring. For instancemusic that fills me like this skimming breeze. Music that fills gaps between my heartbeat,that throb in my neck and ears. Or a…
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29 July: A Duplex Poem
190 words, 1 minute reading time The Man In The Waxed Brown Raincoat He is wearing a waxed brown raincoat,and carries a sword wielding its warnings. Warnings smoking across breaking waves,this dying season of ash, birds and bells. The sky is at war, ash and bells tollinglike a defiling serpent of fiery terror. Like some…
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28 July: A Cadralor Poem
16 July: A Cadralor PoemI.River Po flows sand on sand.It’s merely, if that, a trickle. II.Liguria’s crescent cups Portofino.Air scented with sea and cactus. III.Cannes is a slow progressagainst a doubled down sun.Swallows sweep the sunset. IV.Leonard Cohen is singing on the radio.I order steak. Red and rare. Wine to match. V.And the air snaps…
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