Today the prompt is a home made gift.
Flight.
Come rain, come wind, come all kinds of weather
We fly in the sky, we fly there together.
We joust with our words, and joke with a grin,
'Tis the magic of friendship where all does begin!
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dream. Show all posts
Monday, April 20, 2020
Thursday, April 9, 2020
Day the eighth
Today the prompt is to use a line from another poem - plagiarise in fact!
If . . .
To shiver like a root in the rain
To tremble like a wind-struck leaf
To venture one tentative step once again
To challenge the end with belief.
To dance like the storm in her eyes
To float as though eagled with wings
To cast a blanket of fear on the skies
Is to wait for the pain future brings.
If . . .
To shiver like a root in the rain
To tremble like a wind-struck leaf
To venture one tentative step once again
To challenge the end with belief.
To dance like the storm in her eyes
To float as though eagled with wings
To cast a blanket of fear on the skies
Is to wait for the pain future brings.
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
Day the sixth
Today the prompt is to write in the persona of a character featured on Hieronymous Bosch's The Garden of Earthly Delights.
An elephant opines
Stately as I am, no rain
nor snow diverts me
from my course.
My dignity survives even
man's determination
to use me as a horse.
An elephant opines
Stately as I am, no rain
nor snow diverts me
from my course.
My dignity survives even
man's determination
to use me as a horse.
Sunday, April 5, 2020
Day the fifth
Today we are given twenty prompts but I have chosen just one - to write of the future, to make a prediction.
One day
And one day, when this is all over,
We shall sing together again;
We shall join our voices and drown out
The sound of raindrops on the parched ground.
And one day, when this is all over,
We shall meet and smile at each other;
We shall embrace our past and erase
The teardrop traces for a world in thrall
To the strident demands of power and
Money, and we shall reclaim this our land.
One day
And one day, when this is all over,
We shall sing together again;
We shall join our voices and drown out
The sound of raindrops on the parched ground.
And one day, when this is all over,
We shall meet and smile at each other;
We shall embrace our past and erase
The teardrop traces for a world in thrall
To the strident demands of power and
Money, and we shall reclaim this our land.
Saturday, April 4, 2020
Day the fourth
Today the prompt is to base a poem around a remembered image from a dream.
Rainstorm
The road is long, it stretches from the cross
to the motorway bridge
And I have to walk it every day, once one way
and once the other.
In my dreams the road never ends, I have to
keep on walking
Walking, walking, with the raindrops running
Down my neck.
My coat gets more and more soaked and the
water runs into my shoes,
Soaking my socks and sending shivers back
up to my knees.
My hands become wrinkled and waxy, not able
to grip or articulate,
And the perpetual rain keeps running down and
dripping off my nose.
Rainstorm
The road is long, it stretches from the cross
to the motorway bridge
And I have to walk it every day, once one way
and once the other.
In my dreams the road never ends, I have to
keep on walking
Walking, walking, with the raindrops running
Down my neck.
My coat gets more and more soaked and the
water runs into my shoes,
Soaking my socks and sending shivers back
up to my knees.
My hands become wrinkled and waxy, not able
to grip or articulate,
And the perpetual rain keeps running down and
dripping off my nose.
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