Clouds are building and tinted opalescent The sky is pinky golden orange bathed The sun drops from the sky into the sea As it hangs it radiates a light stripe Across the coloured water a path I stand on the darkening sand awe struck Should I tread that path or sit by the boat I… Continue reading Desert Island
Category: Poetry
The wheeze effect
They heard a cracked wheezing and scraping as she practiced her chords on the violin Slow speed amplified the noises and screeches The wipers wheezed as they tried to shift The snow from the windscreen as it fell In increasing amounts clogging the mechanism She had an idea a fun plan It would cause some… Continue reading The wheeze effect
A Three-Pointer
Originally posted on unbolt me:
Do you know how to tell a good poem from a bad one? It’s easy. I can teach you. Just crumple up a sheet of paper and throw it into the bin in the far corner. The bad poem never reaches it. It will always drop somewhere halfway, rebounding off…
Winner of the weekend challenge on Rising Moon Poetry.
For the weekend free verse poetry challenge My Sailboat Sometimes I like to get away from it all Having alone time, I just have a ball On weekends, good memories I make To have fun, just being on the lake. It’s so peaceful, my sail catching all the breeze As I watch the wind, flowing… Continue reading Winner of the weekend challenge on Rising Moon Poetry.
Life confounds
What is it with life it has ups and downs pleasure , pain, joy and heartbreak do the rounds Would that our lives could, just be pleasure No pain or woe for us to measure. Why is it, things go so wrong bad things happen regardless just be strong How do I deal with the… Continue reading Life confounds
World poetry Day entries from the Rising moon poetry group. Facebook.
#worldpoetryday Reactions The seed was planted long ago In the pit of despair That forms my stomach Sending out acid tendrils That snake around my trachea And squeeze the breath From my inflated lungs That invade the neurons Within my brain Short-circuiting each connection Each attempt to overcome Or circumvent The rising fear What can… Continue reading World poetry Day entries from the Rising moon poetry group. Facebook.
Poetry as visual Art
Poetry as Visual Art Whilst poetry has an aural tradition we also read it and look at it. Therefore you should consider the look of your poem as well as the way ut sounds. Poetry should be visual art as well as gaving musicality and flow. Therefore the poet needs to also consider the visual… Continue reading Poetry as visual Art
Uneven laces
Ugly black laceups like shiny leather shoe-boxes slight squeak when I walked… and I had to buy them how I hated those shoes First day dressed early collar constricting and scratchy apron swishing the upside down watch pen in pocket, hair neat and tidy topped with starched cap nurse kit in motion, stepping into the… Continue reading Uneven laces
Youthfulness v Age
Twenties feels shy No self confidence, didn’t pull the guys Body language, tended to say, dont talk, go away Thirties feels better, career confidence, go getter Maybe still a little self conscious, in the social whirl but gets better Body language more open ,comprehensive, come talk, am groving Forties, lives life, career rocketing Good social… Continue reading Youthfulness v Age
Soliloquy
Serendipitous soliloquy Does this tirade scan iambically I pace the floor shouting my declaimation Trying to rid myself of my consternation You swore you loved me, chased and wooed me I began to trust became your devotee How could I become sucked in to this morass I feel a sad rejected lass My ego has… Continue reading Soliloquy
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 