National Poetry Writing Month Day 12 - 17

 Day 12

the prince will be missed

good gorgeous and interesting

a rare combination

she won the prize

a love story

Day 13

Cento ...Aimless Love... Billy Collins

This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
This is the best kind of love, I thought,
No waiting,
just a twinge every now and then
for the wren who had built her nest
on a low branch overhanging the water
my heart is
so at home
I could feel myself falling again
as I caught the scent of lavender  

 

Day 14

 

family gatherings

can make the solitary life

seem appealing

     

Day  15

 

Weekly Scribblings # 65

 

 

 when birds do sing

hey ring a ding a ding

 

hey ring a ding a  ding

 

 hey ring a ding a ding

 

sweet lovers love the spring

autumn

 

summer

 

 winter 

sunshine

rain 

sleet

 

snow

everything

i remember

 Day 16

 

 

the sound

 

of clanging bins

 

the wail of cop sirens

 

crowds like squashed sardines in a can

 

all part of city life

 

Day 17

 

 

 

he moved on to the next world

 

in a green landrover

 

accompanied by navy whistles

 

trumpets laments and psalms

 

he was special

 

the chapel air was thick with grief

 

heartbreak in their eyes

 

above their masks

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 Day 8

Weekly Scribbles 64

my refuge

my pink queen size bed

so cosy

so secure

my place to hide from the world

to find peace and sleep

Day 9

 

she flew silently

under his huge wing expanse

for years

he did not notice her

nor did anyone else

so she found her own tree

and sang her own songs

'

 

Day 10

 

 

 

 

she only wanted one

one special person

she would have liked

to be number one in someone's life

one should be so lucky 

Day 11

 

 

even the prickly cactus

blooms into loveliness

 when all is going well

 

 

 Day 12

 

The Sunday Muse # 155

 

sending him a giant

paper plane

matching her outfit

inscribed with love messages 

she hoped

he might be impressed

she hoped

he might consider joining her

in a life tous les deux 

then again

he might think she was 

a raving loony

 

 

Bach: St Matthew Passion | Kommt, ihr Töchter, helft mir klagen | Sir St...

National Poetry Writing Month 2021

 Day 1

it's almost easter

hot cross buns tomorrow

stations of the cross

 

Day 2

good friday

a sad day for christians

can never shake off the grief

every year the same

Day 3

easter saturday

the women waited by the tomb

not knowing

but we do

Day 4

easter sunday

he has risen and sets

the world alight

christus vincit

 

Day 5

easter monday

public holiday

all the chocolate eggs

have disappeared already

it wasn't me

non mea culpa

Day 6

the first time

disappointing

m's mother said

don't expect too much

just do your duty

Day 7

don't change your hair for me

stay little valentine stay

but if you decide to go

leave your key in the ash tray

Shadorma

 someones home

someones loved piano

someones war

all destroyed

just collateral damage

in a brutal world

Sunday Muse # 150

Dave Brubeck - Golden Brown

Bach - Partita No. 1 in B-flat major, BWV 825 (Maria João Pires)

Weekly Scribblings # 57 ..

Prompt :  Magaly Guerrero

 as the rain pelts down in the late afternoon 

they sit making salad listening to the bach partitas

 in their pretty beach side flat looking out to

 a mini forest of palms on the balcony 

 it doesn't get much better than this he said 

she half smiles and slices  the red peppers