A place for poems and pics
Handwritten
I love the graceful feel of my
Pen gliding, looping
Across a blank page
Curls and twirls of ink which
Are as much me as the
Green of my eyes or
The birthmark on my thigh
I love the smudge of blue on my fingers
When the final letter has been formed
Leaving behind a trail of inky words
Words that belong to only me
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Posed on Tuesday Platform at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads
Today is National Handwriting Day – who knew?
Poetics: Bold Tributes
“The five kings count the dead but do not soften
The crusted wound nor pat the brow;”
⁃ Dylan Thomas
from, ‘The Hand That Signed the Paper Felled a City’
No Longer Kings
When I asked about ‘the five kings’ they said
‘count the dead’ and then come back
so, I go quietly out ‘but do not’ look for
dead to count, instead I find a way to ‘soften
the crusted wound’ upon this fragile land
a song to sing to bless the ones who sacrifice
a word to mend the tear dividing brothers
not just to sooth the flame ‘nor pat the brow’
but open eyes and hearts and minds
a prayer that kings will leave their thrones
and we no longer need to count our dead
twiglet # 59
Posted on January 16, 2018 by Misky
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Will It Be Enough
I dutifully reuse
recycle
conserve
but will it be enough
for those future folk
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I just found this nifty little place for prompts. Thanks Misky.
D’Verse Poets Pub -Quadrille #48 – bounce
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A Woman of a Certain Age
There is no bounce
No flounce
Left in her step
No chance of dancing
Late into the night
The dazzle in her razzle
Is becoming tarnished
But the twinkle in her eyes
Still outshines the stars
And the bubbles in her
Laugh infect us all
Fussy Little Forms: Chained Rhyme
We’re linking some rhymes in the Garden
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Sunday Football Fans
Ardent fan with painted face
Trace of human coloring gone
Drawn instead in greens and blues
Hues unnatural and strange
Exchange taunts with those who cheer
Sincere(ly) for the other team
Scream as if his life will end
Offend some other sitting near
Atmosphere becomes more tense
Defense makes a crucial play
They forget the slight and hug
Chug a celebration beer
Spear the air with upraised hands
Stand together shout and sing
Cling to hopes of victory
Saturday Mix – Lucky Dip, 13 January 2018
A Triolet consists of 8 lines.
The rhyming scheme is:
AB, aA, abAB
Line 1, 4 and 7 are the same line repeated
So are lines 2 and 8.
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Rescue Me
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Like the ones in movies, who wear white hats
Strong and courageous – to catch me when I fall
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Someone to rescue me from politics and wordy brawl
And disappearing habitats
Maybe I need cowboys after all
Like the ones in movies, who wear white hats
Welcome 2018!
D’Verse Poets Pub Quadrille #47 – leap
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A Lover Leaps
My heart said,
“Go ahead, take a leap.”
But my brain said,
“No, no, no – you might
Get hurt.”
You smiled
A tender smile
Your blue eyes sparkled
With joy
My heart took a deep breath
My brain closed it’s eyes
I leapt
Early Morning Snapshot
There was just a slight film
Of ice on the birdbath
Evidence of exposure to
A cold snap overnight
From the fog covered window
of my dark room I wipe a
small aperture from which
to view the depth of the field
beyond the fence
as I watch a cardinal bursts from
the bare branches of an
old oak tree in a flash of red
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Tweetspeak Poetry prompt – use vocabulay from an occupation
I chose photography
Also linked at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads –
Carpe Diem Seven Days Before Christmas 2017 #5 a choir of angels
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wiggling children
voices lifted to heaven
choir of angels
Carpe Diem #1331 mirror
‘The mirror reflects perfectly; it makes no mistakes because it doesn’t think. To think is to make mistakes.” […] (Source: The Winner Stands Alone by Paulo Coelho)
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gazing ball
reflecting distorted images
in shades of red
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