Monthly Archives: January 2011

To see life clearly screw your eyes nearly shut. Look not at the detail but see the big picture instead.

time zones confuse me where they are it’s yesterday but here it’s today

Illusions “Shelter safe, outside dangerous.” This mantra echoed in Joan’s mind as she made her way – as she did every night – down the street towards the shelter.  She was not panicking, but still felt compelled to quicken her … Continue reading →

Writers Island suggests that we write about illusion, so here’s my customary Saturday freewrite, aided by a new rhyming dictionary. Chimera Feeling  warm when I come in from the cold, the house is not  hot, but I am rather old. … Continue reading →

Car’s carbon footprint is  in direct proportion to size of driver’s head

Amazon sent me a new rhyming dictionary no stopping me now.

I’m all poemed out. No words in the poetry bank. What do I do now?  

http://scottishpoetrylibrary.wordpress.com/2010/06/30/getting-to-know-robert-burns/ Bigtent this weeks suggests we change our point of view by looking at a photograph and writing about the subject as if from the point of view of the photographer, which must be someone else.  Co-incidentally, the Poetic Asides Wednesday … Continue reading →

A little one for We Write Poems: http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2011/01/26/prompt-38-its-post-your-poems-day/#comments   I take a while to come to life, turn over, seeking  more oblivion. The door opens. ’ Here’s your tea  - It’s a beautiful day, so get up, wife.’

Owl, a creature of the night takes off in sudden silent flight, flashes underside of white. Timid shrew will turn too late to save himself from feathered fate.

The effect of red on the mood of man – to make us happy or make us mad?

    Happiness is infectious  a smile provokes a smile a joke shared a kindness given a cheerful song appreciation, interest, praise all help to lift the spirit.   The BBC Breakfast programme this morning launched a challenge, Action for … Continue reading →

scree against shale small slivers on  stone laminae step prudently in sturdy boots lest slip becomes landslide an exercise in sibilance impossible to say without spitting.  I  restrained myself from using the poetically prohibited word Shards!

Birdwatching There’s a dot, a silhouette unmoving, blurred against the purplish cotton wool of the sky. I twiddle frantically the knob on the binoculars, until the fuzzy edges come into sharp focus. My friend the kestrel is hovering there, searching … Continue reading →

I learned a new word last night. Gallimaufrey: an inconsistent or absurd medley, which sounds like my river of stones.