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Monthly Archives: December 2011
six word Saturday
It’s been a funny old week. number one son here eating luscious leftovers; lazing by the fire misty, wild but mild and most of all very wet walks to see friends primrose in the bank first I’ve seen in December first camelia This … Continue reading
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Tagged camelia, Chateau de Cerisy la Salle, first primrose, senryu
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Escapade Part II
One wet Sunday afternoon I started to tell the old story to the grandchildren. ‘I sailed round the world alone in 1973. You may not believe it but it’s true. London life had gone sour on me. I hated the … Continue reading
Escapade
Victoria at http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/ gives us a great tutorial on endings – endings that leave the reader wanting more, with questions unanswered. I give you today the first part of a story that dates way back to my first creative writing course, … Continue reading
another milestone
arrived last night while I was fast asleep, a target reached more quickly than I thought. The number forty thousand on my screen shows readers of this blog more than I sought. Overwhelming as a juggernaut, they come to read … Continue reading
A natural history of my workroom
My ultimate ambition is fulfilled: a dedicated room to quilt and work in. When the new house on the hill began to build my workroom was the first we planned, wherein to store the stash of fabrics which had filled chests … Continue reading
Christmas wordle
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.comBrenda’s Wordle words are unmistakably about Christmas: heart, decree, afraid, heard, manger, shepherds, tidings, pondered, joy, angel, peace, haste It was decreed somewhere that people should be joyful everywhere on one day at least each year. I’m very much afraid … Continue reading
6 word Saturday
Six-month roadworks finished at last. The merciful diggers and rollers and tipper lorries, piles of this that and the other, (most of the) cones, the barriers, hard-hatted workers, detours and one way working have at last disappeared to leave our little … Continue reading
Aubade
Dawn is the upbeat with conductor’s baton raised – day’s music begins Dusk is the downbeat for music to stop playing love, sleep, little death for http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/?zx=b5584de227c1b80e and http://haiku-heights.blogspot.com/
Situation Vacant
The Time Is Now! Suggested that we write a poem in the style and voice of a personal or classified advertisement. Read C. D. Wright’s “Personals” for inspiration.In searching my files for the poem Situation Vacant – written some while ago … Continue reading
Christmas?
http://dversepoets.com/2011/12/20/open-link-night-week-23/ is – surprise surprise - all about Christmas. My contribution is a couple of four-year-old poems. Goodness, I’d no idea I’d been poeming for such a long time. The right to grouse suspended Grousers abound at Christmas. Tantrums of Aunts … Continue reading
Mosaic
A tree, a fan, an inside out umbrella, rainstorm spurts and splashes. A stone splinters the image into fractious fractals which part, join up again in a jumble of repeating patterns. An unseen hand shakes the kaleidoscope, shatters the scene. No pole … Continue reading
Alien world
Another world is the world of dreams where nothing can be quite what it seems, reality smashed to smithereens. Take your head from the sand, wake up and stir the blood in your veins. Now your world will expand. http://djvorreyer.wordpress.com/2011/12/17/poetry-tow-truck-51-aliens-exist/ prompts … Continue reading
Last minute wishes
All I want for Christmas is some energy. Some oomph to handle all I have to do to make a proper Christmas for my family and the lonely ones that I invited, too. I may need a transplant of a … Continue reading
I Saw Sunday
The weather has taken a turn for the better – crisp and sparkling with rime, bathed in a glow of winter sunshine. Everywhere are signs of Christmas until even I, last-minutitis-ViV have managed to get well ahead with preparations. The tree … Continue reading
I give up Wordling
This elderly citizen wearing purple but no red hat for red is out of fashion this year as it happens – dreaming of flying to the States, but out of luck in the game of life she lags behind, … Continue reading
