Poetry Archive :: Leaves

Considering how horrendous this week has been (and continues to bite, even at the weekend) I’m really proud of our pair of poems at restart. What it proves is that if you work hard enough, and for long enough, poetry can happen. It is the same theory as training muscles or learning a new language. Now I come to think of it, that’s exactly the combination of skills required for poetic development…

Enjoy.


Leaves

Moisture drawn within: pale skies smoothed, gold leaf
ends harshest heat, broken Summer. Bring forth
calmer breeze, breathe quieter evening moments,
burnt chaff spirals, organic drifts away.

Anticipating solstice, build rich mounds
blackberry, apple pilfered: bag and bowl
smuggled prize escapes hedgerows. Loaded tree
groans pleasure; flesh-wrapped seed, succulent treat.

Year moves quietly, leaves soft indentations
twisted twirl, country dance with smoke-soaked reels
Dragged mulch, rake scrapes, dry earth still parched, arid
desert planet struggling, fractured self.

Remember past, moments scored; ask Autumn,
redefine personal progress. Leaving
past detritus, baked sacrifice offered;
plated dessert course satisfies far more.

Legacy of pie, fruit stuffed rewarding
past year’s hard work, redefinition marks
quiet criticism pyre, soft ashes smeared.
Face’s dark warpaint: let battle begin.


Poetry Archive :: Release

I went dumb and went rhyming. Don’t @ me, people, I’m emotionally spent, plus by the time you read this I will have done two massive bike events in two weeks. You can spend the ten days or so reading the better examples of my poetry via Social media. For now, please allow this woman a chance to go sit and relax for ten days…


Release

Only seven more days remain
‘Til holiday’s starting, again:
Excitement is always the same
Kid within me bounces, no shame.

This year, I’ll be living the dream
Ambition from childhood our scene:
To Italy, move at full steam
Don’t anyone mention ice cream.

For seven days this is our home
Whole family, going to Rome:
Staring at basilica’s dome
Sightseeing, then time on our own.

We’re staying a way out of town
Hope our villa is not a let down:
Am not on vacation to frown
Don’t want to have sorrows to drown.

Adventure is what we will make
Occasional rules then to break
Relaxation, time now to take
I really hope there will be cake.


Poetry Archive :: Resist

It will be relaxing not to write to a deadline for a few weeks.
Watch out for a special poem sequence here during August.
Introduction will appear on Monday 😀


Resist

The temptation, at
journey’s end: begin again
adventure anew.

Instead, at this time
resist fate’s call: wait, step back
withhold enticement.

Moment gives chances,
opinion shifts: transforming
answer to question.

Is this, solution?
Direction: alter thinking
Redefine yourself.

The strength of ironwork,
foundations: framework to build
A new, strong future.


Poetry Archive :: Desist

This is a new high-water mark for my Haiku.

May they all be as good as this going forward.


Desist

At some point, in time
the decision, will; be made
from where you began.

This life divided
into sections: stare backward
to here, an ending.

All is requisite
furnished, resigned: withdrawing
requirements amiss.

Cease and abstain, fool
it is broken: abandoned
existence shattered.

Destroying oneself
for entertainment: pointless
folly; wrecked, alone.


Poetry Archive :: Under

There’s some good ideas in this sequence, but the execution is all over the shop, plus there’s not nearly enough poetic flow. That’s the disadvantage of not writing your poetry in one hit and editing on the fly. This will be the last time that happens, as I’m determined to up the quality of outputted content here overall in the months that follow.

Starting next week, we’ll be doing things differently, but I feel it’s important to have this stuff up and online to remind myself that there is always room for improvement, and when you produce work at the level I’m currently churning stuff out, there will be variance.


Under

Early morning heat haze shimmers,
too hot already for breakfast.
Green and pleasant land buckles,
warping: thank you, global warming.

Consequences of our actions
expirated, child’s discomfort.
Each day, all more apparent
Earth’s verdant fruits, diminishing.

Under protective skies that may
soon refuse co-operation:
Mother Nature, pressurised
no longer capable saviour.

Accept our blame for destruction,
start reconciliation:
clean up this mess we’ve made, before
damage done, irreversible.

The fault, humanity’s: shoulder,
collectively responsible
alter trajectory to
salvage future for all mankind.


Poetry Archive :: Over

This week’s poems are not my best work. There, I said it. They have suffered from interest diverted to other bits of work, the World Cup, and my increased training regime. Now I’ve had a day off from thinking full time, there’s the hope I’ll be able to bring some better work to the table for next week.

Needs less you and more actual poetry.


Over

Hate to say this, but
That’s me done: last chance saloon
Go drink there, alone.

Only so much grief
One person will take: enough
Of sanctimony.

Your ineptitude
Empathy, absent: reminds
Not to be like you.

However much you
Try to object: the answer
Involves change, with thought.

It is up to you:
Our time is over: perhaps
Mind can learn from this.


Poetry Archive :: Done

The next four weeks of poetry are not only connected by name (consider it a sort of word-association game) but link to the theme of the month. We’re almost done here, the holidays are coming, and there’s a kind of demob-happy vibe permeating everything. This is also the means by which yours truly gets to practice her stream of consciousness descriptive techniques on a wider stage. Let’s face facts, it is all largely pissing in the wind until someone else notices and gets something from the words.

I’m having a whale of a time. Does it show?


Done

We have arrived, on schedule, to
moment of almost perfection.
Safety belts, redundant restraints,
may safely be released. Relax.

Proceedings: fruitful, concluded
in most pleasant circumstances.
Comforting perspective, seated
grant next stage’s planning. Begin.

Placed for consideration, list
requirements, process imagined.
Without contention, debated
safe spaces then defined. Pleasure.

Comprehension: essence required
evolving past this present place.
Acceptance, redefinition
sans recrimination. Open.

Doors thrown wide, walk into sunlight
without fear. Transformation’s spark
undoes, decades limp restriction;
hostility, exhausted. Done.