Archive for the ‘thought stream’ Category

At dverse tonight it’s Quadrille time set by Kim to celebrate the 50th anniversary of The Beatles iconic Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band album. Consequently the poem is to include the word ‘pepper’.

He peppers his conversations
with her name, all the time
saying she is now of no consequence.

His favourite story is when they
flew to Oslo. Last minute
to see the northern lights.

He is anchored in a deep water harbour,
still not casting off.
No longer captain of his ship.

At dverse tonight it’s Quadrille time: a 44 word poem to include the word ‘storm’. This is actually something I saw while driving home from Exeter this afternoon.

He is working hard,
wing tip feathers flickering
like a silent movie,
tail constantly twisting and flaring.

He fights to hang his body
while behind a storm builds,
wind racing ahead of it .

Finally the buzzard surrenders,
is gathered up, hurled at the hills.

Ascension

Posted: March 27, 2017 in thought stream, urban poems

It’s quadrille night at dverse and De has asked us to write a 44-word poem that includes the word ‘balloon’. This idea was penned earlier today in an Exeter café bar!

Rising up into a black ceiling,
all those word balloons
floating out, an unintelligible
cacophony. Just snatches heard.

              I’m a glorified stewardess really.

              It was a nasty moment.

Moving mouths, gestures thrown
around the café bar.
All those emotions discarded
over Americanos and lattes.

coffee bar

A Ride In The Dark

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

slowing down,

light,

breathing again,

brings me back to earth.
Pale-faced, unsteady
I lose myself in the crowd.
Move against an electric current
to find that safe static place.

Forest Bathing

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.

Autumn Pine Forest

The Gift

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
bubble locked.
A frozen moment.
A break for freedom eternalised.

You gave me
this snow storm of seeds,
a snapshot of an explosion
that became us.

 

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