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A poem a week for a year.

Anything to break the drought...
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February 1, 2021 at 10:28am
February 1, 2021 at 10:28am
#1003396
Eloquent Spark

Remember brave Jan Palach,
to ignite the spirit of protest
at Russian tanks crushing
the Prague Spring of 1968.
Self immolation did not serve
to turn aside such tyranny,
but left the West ashamed,
standing by in impotence
as freedom burned on the pyre.
And so erratic is indecision.



Line Count: 10
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 36
Prompt: Ignite, Ashamed, Erratic. Write a ten-line poem using at least two of these words.

January 26, 2021 at 10:48am
January 26, 2021 at 10:48am
#1002906
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Thoughts at Altitude

Take the path up the mountain,
through the moors of gorse and heather,
up to where the air is sharp as breath
yet soft with the hanging mist,
there at the foot of the silent peaks,
their jagged rocks wearing only
the white blankets of eternal cold,
there lies the limit of life, the tree line
long passed and only the lichen,
low, grey and painted on the rock,
the lone pioneer of these bitter slopes.
Beyond is wide and empty sky.



Line Count: 12
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 35
Prompt: Illustration of mountain moor.

January 20, 2021 at 11:23am
January 20, 2021 at 11:23am
#1002494
Composite Man 2

Composite man,
dreaming in his breakfast mirror,
has nothing on his mind but time
as he ties the knot of his day.

His habitual reflection
brings no rejection
upon the task before him
but only silent desperation.



Line Count: 8
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 34
Prompt: Write a poem that focuses on reflection.

January 12, 2021 at 1:04pm
January 12, 2021 at 1:04pm
#1001965
Big Sky

The words speak of Montana or Wyoming
but the plains have the same enormous skies,
that great bowl of washed out blue
echoing the featureless landscape.
Much of Africa, too, lies beneath such emptiness,
a void so immense and without limits
that I can believe the stories of immigrants
taking one look at the vastness
and boarding the plane to return
to their comforting valleys and dales.
But to those who have grown under the blue,
this open and unfettered space
is home and hearth, tough love of the infinite,
freedom beyond understanding.



Line Count: 14
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 33
Prompt: Take the phrase "Big (blank)," replace the blank with a word or phrase of your choosing. Make the new phrase the title of your poem, and then, write your poem.

January 6, 2021 at 2:44pm
January 6, 2021 at 2:44pm
#1001557
Mailbox

I haven’t checked the mailbox
in a goodly while.
It isn’t that I don’t want bills
or something in that style.

Those letters with the windows
have lost their qualms for me
ever since the box was empty
as far as I could see.

It being dark inside the thing,
I reached to feel inside
and something bit my finger hard,
so bad I even cried.

My penknife had a flashlight,
it hung upon my belt,
I turned it on and sent its beam
to find what I had felt.

To my surprise, was then revealed
a sprite enraged to find
his home invaded by clumsy hand,
a monster to his mind.

“Begone,” he yelled, infuriate,
“And leave my home alone.”
I closed the box and wandered off,
my equilibrium quite thrown.

I haven’t checked the mailbox
in such a long, long time
It’s not that I’m afraid of him
but privacy to me is prime.



Line Count: 28
Rhyme abcb
For Promptly Poetry, Week 32
Prompt: Opening the mailbox. What did you find inside?

December 30, 2020 at 11:05am
December 30, 2020 at 11:05am
#1001056
A Broken Promise

Halfway through the year and more
Acrostic rears its unwelcome head.
Promised avoidance once before,
Perplexed and bewildered now instead.
Yesterday is long forgotten,

Now is the moment most insistent,
Each and every thought begotten
Will bow to request made so resistant.

Yes, though sinews groan and do protest,
Exactly this must be attempted.
Acrostic decreed as this week’s test
(Remember never again be tempted).



Line Count: 12
Rhyme ababcdcd, etc.
For Promptly Poetry, Week 31
Prompt: Write an acrostic poem using the phrase: HAPPY NEW YEAR

December 22, 2020 at 3:22pm
December 22, 2020 at 3:22pm
#1000679
A World at Home

On the floor, in the corridor,
shafts of light dancing on the lines
of wooden strips receding in the distance
to the stairs to the attic
and the window behind,
lit in vague and moving patterns
as the lowering sun shines
through the branches of the trees,
the wind creating this playful game
of light and shadow on the glass,
throwing transcendent beams
to the floor where bright shapes
dance to enrich my sight.
Imprisoned in the house,
adventure still finds a way.



Line Count: 15
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 30
Prompt: Write a poem based on something that happened to you this week. It could be something life-changing or something seemingly ordinary. Turn those moments into a poem. Line count minimum: 12. No max.

December 17, 2020 at 9:50am
December 17, 2020 at 9:50am
#1000367
Objects in the Mirror...

Invite me on a stroll
through the tangled byways
of my exile,
and my feet will find
a much travelled highway,
the road to memory
and nostalgia,
my neighbourhood for years.
My past is addicted
to this cure for the future.



Line Count: 10
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 29
Prompt: Use these three words in your poem: stroll, exile, addicted

December 7, 2020 at 4:39pm
December 7, 2020 at 4:39pm
#999823


Through the Window

Through the window, December in her tattered clothes,
strewn abroad in autumn’s colours, browns and ochres,
the naked trees spread their skeleton fingers to the grey
overhead, the windswept, monotone sky of an agèd year,
and the cold promise of the bridal snow to come.



Line Count: 5
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 28
Prompt: Look outside your window. What do you see? Look at the sky. How do you feel?

December 2, 2020 at 7:59pm
December 2, 2020 at 7:59pm
#999546
Geriatric Love Song

Standing before the commode in the dark room,
weak, back aching, hip joint angry,
my wife awake in the bed,
worrying and awaiting my return.



Word Count: 25
Free Verse
For Promptly Poetry, Week 27 2020
Prompt: Challenge yourself to write a poem that is no more than 25 words long.


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