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 Poems for years 4, 5 and 6 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the years following, from August 2024 to August 2025, 2025 to 2026 (provided I live that long, of course). |
| Abandoned A crow has built a nest in my chimney, a home within an abode, in the cellar live the rats, in the walls the mice, and a snake raises a family under my porch. Don’t cry for me I am always shelter, if not for you, then others, though I lean and creak, windows cracked and broken, the forest draws near to huddle about me as I return to my roots. Don’t cry for me. Line count: 14 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, week 30 Prompt: Write a poem from the perspective of an abandoned building. |
| Apple Blossom My grandmother had an old apple tree, spreading gnarled branches in shadow and dark in the foliage of summer. But the spring blossom gave hope, with a white and bridal veil in the sun that cloaked its misshapen fingers. Yearly the miracle of promise renewed, settled on that ancient titan of age, the delicate flowers denying their dark past. And so to the autumn and ripening, the wedding splendour now forgotten, replaced with small, hard and bitter fruit. Line count: 12 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 29 Prompt: Photo of apple blossom. |
| A Villanelle Amelia reads The Soldier by Rupert Brook, a poem that says much of how I feel - I suggest you take the time and look. And yes, my England’s darker like the rook, but love of country still the deepest deal - Amelia reads The Soldier by Rupert Brook. Enchanting forested glade and hidden nook held dear as well as industrial wheel - I suggest you take the time and look. Though foreign climes hold me (away I’m took), the scars of absence within will never heal - Amelia reads The Soldier by Rupert Brook. Now the evening approaches with shepherd’s crook, still my thoughts to England ever steal - I suggest you take the time and look. The final chapter in my wandering book, my heart they’ll find far beyond anneal. Amelia reads The Soldier by Rupert Brook, I suggest you take the time and look. Line count: 19 Form: Villanelle For Promptly Poetry Challenge 6, Week 28 Prompt: Write a villanelle. Note: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/0z_j6JMJ28U . |
| Reflection on Copeland’s Drumming In these latter years, when the future dwindles to unlikely, I still find I’m singing the songs of long ago. Within this aged frame, where worlds collide and battle, with digital dreams losing out, while memories dazzle, the clock may rule the bounds of space and time, and I am always subject to its tyrannies, I hear yet the beat of another age. Line count: 12 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 27 Prompt: Write a poem using at least 3 of these words: clock, dwindle, dazzle, frame, collide, singing. |
| Living Room It’s no longer home, this darkened room with so many uses and schizophrenic - sometime living room, a place to sleep, and thoroughfare, but always study. Though others use it as they may, it’s ever mine, yet owned by none, a faceless host of another world of digital life that I call home. Line count: 16 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 26 Prompt: Write a poem describing the room around you. |
| At Close of Day It is expected that we fight to stay, to stand at bay as the evening shadows gather in the rays of our dying day and suffer the final slings and arrows. And yet I am not moved bravely to say that I will battle to the last with you, a mercenary still and wanting pay, as if the war did not concern me too. The temptation being to say thee nay, so to end the burdens and the striving, because so desperate has been this way, toward an end my exhaustion driving. Line count: 12 Rhymed abab For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 25 Prompt: Use these words in your poem, Day, Way, Say, Stay, Bay, Pay. |
| Snowflake Saturnine is the word that comes to mind - Not that it is necessarily apt Or that it’s the perfect word I find When all my energy is sapped From wrestling with the possibilities Latent in acrostic nightmares. Aware how futile are my pleas, Knowing too the form disturbs my ease, “Enough,” I hasten to declare. Line count: 9 Form: Acrostic, rhymed abab cdccd just for fun. For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 24 Prompt: An acrostic using the word “Snowflake.” |
| Equality Equality is like tomorrow promises much but has to borrow the problem is we’re not the same in being diff’rent there’s no shame. We’re all equipped with special talents they work together to give balance for each of us a diff’rent mould some may be steel but others gold. And force the issue if you will identical thoughts the mould to fill it does not matter how you strive what you create will be the hive. Line count: 12 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 23 Prompt: Equality. |
| Oh Shun the Swirling Ocean Talk about the deep where the nightmare creatures creep and the lights in darkness steeped the pressure upward heaped this place of utter death beyond a final breath where metal walls do sweat and mortal minds so fret their dreaming merely rife with thoughts of air and life. Or savour the relief as buoyed in their belief they rise unto the surface the sun above a furnace the waves in endless motion with sight a healing potion and salt the taste unbidden all sign of shore is hidden and you a cork that bobs a castaway that sobs. Or stand upon the sand now rescued on the land above the waterline and happy that this time the ocean is a sight in pure and limpid light to see and not to be for you are fancy free to dally at the edge a stone upon a ledge. Line count: 30 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge Week 22, 01.14.26 Prompt: Write a rhyming poem about the ocean without using the word “water”. |
| Dragonfly She hovers over the surface all metallic blue and green shunning a drab camouflage the insect helicopter. Tucked her spindly undercarriage whirring her dragonfly rotors she menaces the shining waters carapaced gunship. Apache blackhawk pretender floating mystery in space she dreams of the duckweed deep nursery of the beast. Line count: 12 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge 6, Week 21 Prompt: Use these words in your poem - dragonfly, mystery, blue. |
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