Monthly Archives: December 2012

Healing

  Healed of avarice the world would be a happier place no more wars for oil no more arms race food grown would feed the world instead of supermarket chiefs the order of the day would be to love in … Continue reading

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Words

Twelve words to keep. Unless, although, until, despite are words that would be missed. Somehow I manage to scramble to write without like and nice and get sun-kissed, by using a Thesaurus. Words with a melodious sound tempt us to … Continue reading

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Spring

Here is a poem from Viv’s grandson, written for his English homework today.  This is all his own work but he was given a little help with the last line from both his parents and his grandmother (via Skype). As … Continue reading

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A detail

dVerse Poets’ Pub wants a poem with detail.  Mine is  a detail.  The photo is from Colin Woolfe, Wildlife artist and photographer, with his permission.  

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Wordle 87

The Tempest Visibility is poor today the sky is low, the lake glassy, even bulrushes  are still. Feel the itch of the coming storm. Listen to the wind rising tree tops are waving birds about to roost are fleeing, violence unfolds. Mature … Continue reading

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Trifextra, week 46

The Trifextra prompt this weekend asks us to make ’em laugh in exactly 33 words.  My answer defies the prompt. If you want to laugh and smile today you must go elsewhere. In the face of tragedy the only smiles will … Continue reading

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6-word-Saturday

That this foul deed shall smell  (Shakespeare, Julius Caesar) As I listened with horror to the news from Newtown, Connecticut late last night, my first thought was of sorrow for the families of the slain, indeed, for the whole grieving … Continue reading

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Freedom: Prisoners Part III

Those workmen are amazing.  They  worked their way down the hill digging, placing pipes and covering, to just below our house, so Jock was able to bring the car back by 2.45. We still can’t go down the hill, but … Continue reading

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Prisoners Part II

Jock walked up at 8.30 am to find the machines had started digging a trench down the side of the lane (still not enough room to bring the car down). Jock filled some containers of water, just in case. Later… … Continue reading

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Letter to a Dead Poet

  Dear John Clare, whatever made you think you could improve on sonnets of Petrarch or Will Shakespeare? Punctuation,  essential if we want to understand each nuance of a poem, is sadly lacking in so much of yours – a … Continue reading

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Prisoners

Almost two days have passed without a word from me here.  Am I losing my grip?  I don’t think so – I just had nothing to say (for a change). We are semi-prisoners at the moment, not because of the … Continue reading

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My life as a poem

A marathon of many stanzas sporadic in its form and rhyme minus symmetry or rhythm, stop and go and bumble along. Mistakes abounding mostly unregretted, absorbed into the narrative. Triumphant now and then, some highs and abundant lows to make … Continue reading

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Plum blossom

For no reason other than that I needed cheering up, here is the lone flower that appeared on our young plum tree last April, which was the nearest we came to picking a plum in 2012.

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Wordle 86

Hospital Food Relentless, bland, salt-free low-fat diet, how can they think that will revive me? My delicate appetite needs titillation not discouragement, to rejuvenate my feeble self, eliminate the stress that brought me to this unhappy pass. There’s a space … Continue reading

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The Talent Show

I climbed onto the platform – it was like a boxing ring. At six years old I’d no idea why I was there. What can you do? they asked. I don’t really know I replied. I could do a tap … Continue reading

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