Moving On

Posted: October 23, 2017 in thought stream, urban poems

At dverse it is Quadrille night. Grace is in charge and has us writing a 44 word poem to include the word ‘creak’

7.30am he puts on his headphones,
shuts out the day, strides
down the platform and gets
on the train. He can’t hear
the creak of his seat as it
swings down the line. Just the beat
in his mind of the life left behind.

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All At Sea

Posted: October 17, 2017 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse tonight Kim is in charge of Tuesday Poetics and wants us to focus on a particular aspect of autumn. This was inspired by seeing lines of leaves drifting down river yesterday.

Strings of leaves stretch out
down river.

                A fleet of fire boats,

driven by the current.

Under full sail

                bouncing along, riding the ripples.

 Reds and ambers.

So light they barely touch water.

Bristling downstream,
an autumn invasion.

A growing flotilla. Countless boats

                launched from trees.

Joining our visions poured into the river,

The moors we saw

                heather, stonechat, dry stone walls
small bent trees, a palette of lichens.

The sunsets we saw

                breathing fire over the ridge

woods that ghosted out of the mists, a single swan,
moonlight, shadows, stars jewelling the weir.

This is the cycle, this is the ride
taking everything down to the river mouth.

At the turn of the tide,
the turn of the season

it’s all gathered up and carried away.

West Exe Park

Posted: September 25, 2017 in nature poems, thought stream

At dverse tonight Mish is in charge of the quadrille: a 44 word poem that this time is to include the word ‘spice’.

The chef is an alchemist
sorting through his larder,
and first to hand is cardamom
which he mixes in with dawn.
Now he lines up saffron,
paprika and cinnamon.
Pulls out jars of turmeric,
ginger and tarragon,
but waits
for summer’s spice to fade.

Baggage Check In

Posted: September 19, 2017 in thought stream, urban poems

At dverse tonight Bjorn Rudberg is host and has challenged us to write a poem made up entirely of questions without answering any of them!

Do you have any sharp objects
in your luggage such as
scissors, a screwdriver,
a tongue not under control?

Do you have any toxic substances
such as organic peroxides,
corrosives, poison
in your veins and/or mind?

Do you have any ammunition
such as blasting caps,
flares or information
to harm friends who harmed you?

Do you have any items not
in transparent containers
such as liquids, contact lens solution,
a broken heart? 

Do you still want to fly from here?

 

Being Human

Posted: August 22, 2017 in nature poems, thought stream, urban poems

At dverse Grace hosts Poetics and is looking at borders. Our task ~ if we should accept it! ~ is to include the word in a new poem.

In mist-light the great white house
is blue-grey. Sucked into a
murk where borders fade.
Where the certainties of hedges,
fences, a double gate are suddenly
exposed as quicksand. Like
comfort
income
security
ambition.

From across the river I watch
the house slip in an out of view.
I wait for the sun
knowing it will come.
Like phases of the moon,
like the herb robert flower
on a roadside verge,
like the departure of
tree summer leaves,
like the cycle of life
I’m riding just now.

Living In The Wrong Dimension

Posted: August 14, 2017 in thought stream

After a break dverse is back and it’s Quadrille night ~ a 44-word poem to include the word ‘dream’.


He says not a word,
sits as she reads to him
and after a silence
asks him two questions.
 

But his eyes are locked on the street,
seeing nothing. In his dream-state
he is lost in a spring
that is now two seasons away.