Posted: March 21, 2017 in default
At dverse tonight Paul Dear asks us to write a poem about rivers. The photo is an initial scribbling in my notebook of an idea for this poem – plus doodle!
He was a piece of night,
A crow smudging daylight
and in his eye a star was trapped.
He wept it free on high moors
and it began to run
gathering up a thousand
It led them to a hollow,
there they pooled and waited.
a cloud burst of crows,
a dam breaks,
a galaxy streams downhill,
sears through the valley.
Posted: March 16, 2017 in urban poems
Host at dverse tonight is Bjorn and continues the series on art movements. Today we have to compile a poem in the form of impressionism – which in art focussed on modern life, colour more than detail, visual effect of light. So I sat in my favourite coffee shop …..
Light leaps in
from the street,
in dark corners,
lemon wood tables,
splashes coffee that’s
Baristas flicker across
a stone coloured floor
and hands are caught
in a keyboard blur.
Platinum hair swings
as she leans forward.
Red ceiling lamps
smudge the eyes
can’t find the shadows.
My work on the poem at the coffee shop
Posted: March 14, 2017 in thought stream, urban poems
Lilian hosts poetics at dverse tonight and wants us to write about amusement parks.
From up here I look for an escape route,
but a way out is lost from view.
Everyone is queuing for the big
thrills, refugees from the humdrum
seeking a new voltage for their nerves.
To stretch them tighter until they tear
and escape screaming through
the open mouths
that have become their bodies.
This was a mistake. Through darkness
my ride twists and dives. In this vacuum
it is pointless knowing which way is up as
seamless fear stitches mind to body.
A hessian sack of nothingness
flung into a black hole,
tracing an arc through pin-prick stars.
Only a violent
brings me back to earth.
I lose myself in the crowd.
Move against an electric current
to find that safe static place.
Posted: March 13, 2017 in nature poems, urban poems
At dverse tonight Kim is hosting and we are producing a 44-word Quadrille which includes the word ‘spring’.
In our street, car windscreens
are craze-cracked. White lace
netting glitters in a steel spring morning.
I fear for yesterday’s buds.
You could hear them then
breaking free on the fine ends
of tree branches.
They’ll be cracking to a different
tune this morning.
Posted: March 6, 2017 in nature poems, thought stream
At dverse tonight Toni hosts haibun Monday – a prose poem and haiku-style ending on the subject of shinrin-yoku .. otherwise known as forest bathing.
Cortisol hormones zing when plucked. An atmosphere stretches
the nerves, cranks up stress until it’s screeching. Fused into your
brain so that your eyes are pinpricked electrics. A prescription
of forest trails, pine needle tranquilisers, wood oils drip feeding
calm disarm words bent on harm.
In spring the owl hoots,
its echo searching for listeners.
Leaf voices die in autumn.
Posted: February 28, 2017 in thought stream
At dverse tonight Mish wants us to find a special memento and write a poem
At point of detonation
the dandelion clock is
A frozen moment.
A break for freedom eternalised.
You gave me
this snow storm of seeds,
a snapshot of an explosion
that became us.