Sweet and Bitter Stuff of Wonder
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ABC Wednesday has reached the letter F. This is my first contribution to their prompts, and I am very glad to have found them and been able to write something in response.
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Feeling fondness and frustration,
finding friends have turned to foes;
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Filling-in the forms for funding
your financial final fall;
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Flatter fine and fair forests,
foliage fluttering above
and forget about the flipping
fame of fate and love.
The latest prompt at We Write Poems is about finding, making, defining what is a safe place. And so… I put together another “and-then-again” poem. Here:
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And then again, if I should say
that what is hidden,
will be safe;
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Is it enough for you to stay
a silent secret
stashed away?
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Is it enough to go unknown,
uncared for,
unhated though,
just for the sake of
being safe?
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Avoidance is the safety game.
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Here is a poem written to yet another prompt by My Word Wizard on Twitter:
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Their arrogance
Stopped my breath
I staggered on the edge –
no jumping off today!
I blinked, so not believing –
Their arrongance just saved my life
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My Word Wizard Prompt of 6th Feb:
The light gently
faded into darkness.
Then, salvation faded
also – way beyond reality.
Serendipity, as prompted by Poetic Asides on 19th January:
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Walking around
Just beating the ground
Looking for muses
Amusing myself
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I hardly thought
and hardly did know
it was so tiresome
being alone
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A baby will smell
so sweet and unreal
A crib will fit well
in my bedroom and wheels
of that carriage will turn
round and round…
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Walking around
just beating the ground…
Here is a short poem on the “burns” topic, though not related to Robert Burns, and yet inspired in relation to Robert Burns Day, which is celebrated on 25th January every year.
Burning with fear
That fire may die out
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Burning for fear
That tears will fade off
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Burning with fever
That heartpace will slow down
and burn out
for fear.
We Write Poetry pops up with interesting prompts. Recently, they suggested we take a powerful (or just any) last line from an old poem we have written, and use it to start up a new one. I accidentally came by this particular one, and thought it might as well be a nice opening line.
Both are in English. Here is the new one:
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Beyond my reason
Yesterday
and days roll by so tenderly
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Beyond my memory
remain
the falling tears of
harmony
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Beyond the feel
of passing years
they flutter pinching at my ears
and laughing gravely
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Beyond my reason
and then again
beyond
the thunderstorm of home
Robert posted Wednesday prompt 118 last Wednesday, yet – here it is now. A “trapped” poem.
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trapped
within believing
thus, continuing towards a dull and thumping bump of wake up
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trapped
within frustration
thus, paralysed during a possible flight towards a slashing wake up
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trapped
within a soul
is a heart of softness and a solitude of tears
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trapped
within that capsule
travelling across time and chance,
that govern over all.
My Word Wizard, who I follow on Twitter, gave this prompt: write a Form poem. Here I give it yet another try at the very nice and neat form of Shadorma. In short, its rules: 6 lines, length of lines is as follows – 3, 5, 3, 3, 7, 5 syllables.
Shadorma
It was that
wonderful kind of
tired eyes
sparkling with
love, the scent of firewood
burning at home now.