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16 October 2017
enfolded us both.
12 October 2017
8 October 2017
Bored is She.
7 October 2017
I am but a decoration.
I hang on the wall,
ignored for the most part.
When anyone does notice,
they smile. I am pretty.
But I count for nothing.
I would like to be a book,
that people would open and read,
exchange thoughts with.
I would like to be a spoon,
to be dipped into food and brought back
full of nourishment and sweet tastes.
But I am a mere decoration,
with nothing important to do.
Occasionally someone dusts me off.
No-one ever applies polish.
No-one ever takes a photo.
They moved the mirror opposite;
now I am even forgetting what I look like.
I cannot see myself. I cannot hear myself.
Perhaps I will cease to exist.
This is a fictional character, NOT autobiographical! Written in response to a prompt in a writing group, which consisted of the first two lines of this poem. They are from a piece of writing by Kyminy Cricket.
6 October 2017
4 October 2017
I, myself, despised
Written for Poems of Garden Gnomes. The prompt: to write about whatever is just out of reach of one's left hand.
2 October 2017
the person he was that day.
Exercise: 55 words (excluding title)
28 September 2017
24 September 2017
Once I was small, lived on an isle;
old stories long grown cold.
Jack was my new step-father who
tiny but strong to fish in the sea.
And no, you are NOT allowed to call me Mary Rose! Seriously. The only other person who did was my favourite uncle, Tommy, who died in his nineties a few years back and who doesn't belong in this poem. It's a special name, not for general use, not even by best friends, lovers or husbands.
I grew up on an island, often 'messing about in boats', and was later married for 27 years to a professional fisherman, so had many possibilities to write about ... but perhaps we all have one boat that is more special than others.
14 September 2017
Yet, still haunted, I never say your name, dear —.
13 September 2017
(At the link, scroll down to the poem 'Summer's Air'.)
10 September 2017
Little Prince, I loved you at first sight.
the sweet exterior, so my love deepened too.
I grew more intimate with you; at first
one man and me your language (before he returned to his star).
(But the phrase in quotes is, of course, from Shakespeare.)
9 September 2017
Written for Words Count with Mama Zen at 'imaginary garden with real toads': a poem of up to 60 words, preferably entitled 'Book of Words', and including three words from a list of her children's favourites. (My three are 'testament', 'rapture' and 'mimicry'. Great words, kids!)
Also linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #370
6 September 2017
1 September 2017
Today the world is full of the mad and the hateful.
30 August 2017
(Not directly autobiographical. An experiment in style as much as anything else.)
Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #369
26 August 2017
The first line of this poem is the sentence, or as much of it as was on the page. The book (read as an ebook, so page numbers don't necessarily conform to the paperback edition) is Fairies of the Wild Wild Moon by Vyvyan Ogma Wyverne. It seemed fitting, given the source, to make this a love poem to the Goddess.
22 August 2017
Then it turns up.
Also shared with Poets United's Poetry Pantry #368
21 August 2017
20 August 2017
Linked to Meeting the Bar: Neruda and the free verse sonnet
at dVerse Poets Pub.
19 August 2017
16 August 2017
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(There are still a VERY few paperback copies left which I am now selling for $10 USD — and to Aussies $10 AUD — plus postage. You'll have to message me if you want one of them.)
Here is the link to the ebook.
13 August 2017
Playing with form; inspired by the 'quasi-ghazals' of John Calvin Rezmerski and the long poems of Judith Crispin.
Linked to Poets United's Poetry Pantry #366
6 August 2017
Linking to Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
5 August 2017
3 August 2017
It is true that people kill people. It is true
write a poem. Dream of another country
where there is peace and freedom. Dream
2 August 2017
Linking to this week's Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'.
30 July 2017
Now she deplores his way of living.
24 July 2017
21 July 2017