Tag: Poetry
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24 July: Quadrille #180 Water
When Summer Smiles Blissful, this honeysuckle to the bees,kisses of Nirvana, clustered fruited trees. Hear the sweetness, a skylarks’s sprinkled song,clear as water down a thirsty throat. I’ll plant apple trees, its slant toward the sun,and on the table, rosebuds bending in a vase. Poem form Quadrille: 44 words (sans title) including the word “water”.…
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22 July: The July Journal 10.7.23
10 July: We’re Off on a 3-week Driving Holiday from UK to Italy and Southern France. I.the last dream of the night,it’s a sparrow’s song,it’s a small flower,a sliver of sun shining across the floor.and I smell coffee. II.Your car’s lost its roof, says a small boy.Do you think it’s a fast car, asks his…
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9 July: Four Days Away
9 July (Home Again)moss is growing on the roof,my fingers are stainedwith the scent of berries,and the laundry is dryingoutside in the rain. 7 July (Traffic on the M4)The road is wetbut still warm to the core,a long-haul driver sitsdrowsy, tyres humming.The day strums andthe night’s dream-haunted,a vagrant’s song is in his head.And the road…
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3 July: A Found Poem Cut Up: Summer
Written for #Poeticformschallenge A Found Poem: Cut Up Summer’s to dance, to weave throughbranches brushed of silk, colonnade of old cutsin the air, like a breeze that leaves delicate sound, thatebbs and flows to my heartbeat, a touch of soft high-pitchedbreeze. Note: I think I prefer this version to the original. I’ve done a lot of…
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2 July: A Cadralor Poem
A Cadralor Poem: Time and Tea I.Seems like just yesterdayI was wearing a woollen hat and long coat,I was hunched over a snow shovel,my grey hair, like tassels flying about,my surrender flags of whiteness. II.Summer is channelling air,warmth even in darkness,baby birds playing gramophones, sound waves,cleft mouths open and waitingfor their mothers, as soft as…
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1 July: The Long Way Round
Queue Jumping We’re driving home, the rain is biblical, lashing down. The street seems slicked with resin, and we sit in a queue of cars, red taillights blurring as the wipers squeak across the windscreen. “At least we don’t have to worry about the hosepipe ban,” I say, “this rain will wash the car, and…
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30 June: Flash Fiction – Eternity of Green
Day 30. Write a short story about a hidden, enchanted forest where magical creatures dwell. An Eternity of Green In the depths of the forest, where ribbons of pale sunlight tease out shadows, enchantment lives. Tree roots are chiselled, emerald mist floats luminescent, insects fly in trails of stardust singing in notes to please the…
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29 June: Morning Grass
Day 29. Describe the feeling of walking barefoot on cool, damp grass. Morning Grass I’m a long shadow on morning,staring at the moon tiptoeingcool as a blossom underwater. Here I’ll stay in gleaming grass,in your womb of dew-drip moss,your green abyss and pastures. Morning grass, a chalice of dew,credo to a song that rakesat my…
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28 June: A Gogyōka Poem
Day 28. Write a poem celebrating the resilience of nature, even in the face of human challenges. Forest Fire Fire is reigning here aloneTrees in flames of glowing starsAsh, page after page, falling like snowTwo branches fall to earth belowSaplings see a broadening sky Poem form: Gogyōka (Japanese: 五行歌) is a five-line, untitled, Japanese poetic form. Unlike…
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27 June: Flash Fiction – Cherry Pickin’ Crows
Day 27: Imagine you are a character in a wildlife-themed adventure novel. Describe the perilous situation you find yourself in and how you escape. Cherry Pickin’ Crows There’s no writing yourself out of this one. Think. And don’t panic. It doesn’t help. Nor does shouting. Your pipes will go hoarse. I often talk to myself…
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