Poetry - When Peas Broke Out (April 2020)

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This week its another rummage in the ragbag of NaPoWriMo 2020 poems. Enjoy!

When Peas Broke Out

Sausage and mash.

That's what started it.

The menu was a flowchart

designed for maximum efficiency.

And to help procrastinators.

Poetry - The Riddle of the Cutlery Drawer (April 2020)

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This week's poem is a throwback to NaPoWriMo 2020 and based on a prompt from The Poetry Society (UK).

The Riddle of the Cutlery Drawer

I am an eternal enigma,

well at least simnce humanity first sculpted me.

According to evolution,

my species branched out into two distinct life forms

and spread.

NaPoWriMo - Day 9 - ProcrastinClaus

Day 9 poem written on Day 10 - so almost catching up!

The prompt was to do a to do list - for an unusual person or character.  I could’ve used my own list, but the Internet can only support so much cheese content before it collapses into itself.  Well, that’s according to string cheese theory.

Anyway, back to the poetry!

ProcrastinClaus

Written out like decks of cards

all shuffled, stacked against the wall.

billions of them needing sorting

into naughty and nice.

NaPoWriMo - Day 8 - (Two Poems) Lamp, D. and Sufferer, C.

NaPoWriMo Day 8 poems, written on, err, Day 10.  The prompt was to write a monologue from a dead person.  

(Disclaimer Note: I appreciate that to some people the timing of this may seem insensitive in light of the recent passing of HRH Prince Philip.  That is not my intention.  Neither poem is about him or any member of the Royal Family).

Returning to the prompt, the first attempt turned out a little different to what was being asked...

Lamp, D.

I feel and give thanks 

for your gratitude

about how I 

illuminated your lives

just for a little while.

NaPoWriMo - Day 4 - Space < Between > Space

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I seem to be running a bit behind on NaPoWriMo.  Also not able to get into all the activities due to time constraints.

So on Day 5, here is my Day 4 poem on the prompt of liminal spaces.  It is about a space I am familiar with - the early morning Anglian landscape.  The space between night and day, where the space between land and sky is often blurred. 

Space <Between> Space

My senses try to open

in the askew dawn light 

< Insert Horizon >

and formless ground below

on a frosty morning walk.

NaPoWriMo Day 2 - Thorny Branches

NaPoWriMo 2021 Day 2 - Considering what would have happened, if I chose the road less taken.  Or another path.

Thorny Branches

Fork one.  Bean manager 

For those with vastly more

than I could ever envy.

Easter Holiday and Poetry

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No new long post this week due to taking some time out to enjoy the Easter Holidays.

That and trying to train swans on the River Ouse to liven up the Boat Race.