It's been a rough week - the boy's got a bad cough which means he's not sleeping much which means I'm not sleeping much, and we've got mice though I'm hoping not any more as all methods are currently in place to get rid of the pesky creatures!
I've just realised it's National Poetry Writing Month. I attempted last year to write a poem a day for the month of April and gave up half way through. So I'm giving it a go this year too. I probably won't have a poem for every day and I'll be away for a few days here and there but for fun and a good excuse to churn out drivel that might awaken a few ideas for poems down the line here's my first two efforts -
NaPoWriMo 2
On barnacled sandstone I lie,
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NaPoWriMo 1
The stained-glass town,
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8 comments:
Not much of a help, but I liked 1 more than 2 - not that I disliked 2!
And I respond more positively to the second poem. '(A) crescendo of white butterflies...', 'At dawn the town floats, / as you do, / in frosted light'. Delightful.
this is just perfect:
At dawn the town floats,
as you do,
in frosted light.
I see it just like this, a kind of haiku.
the second one is lovely too, it makes me wish to make pictures in order to illustrate it, I see the shapes and the colours so clearly!
(good luck with it!)
thanks honest man, it's nice to know!
thankyou dick, I'm glad you like it.
hi roxana, thankyou, that's nice of you to say so!
TS Eliot hanging around your red rock... It's hard to mention red rocks without him creeping out from under them!
Like your 'stained-glass town'.
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I know what you mean, I can't read poems with hyacinths in them without thinking of the wasteland!
i like both but the seocnd shades it for me, even without the less contentious 'buoys' ;)
lol, I don't know where I got bhoy from, thanks!
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