“What is this life if full of care we have no time to stand and stare”.
(with apologies to W H Davies)
You left me with what
you seem to think is
going to help this
pain go away. My life
is totally meaningless if
you’re not here and my heart’s full
of misery because of
the thought that you don’t care.
I want to be with you
all the time and have
you sitting near me. No
treats can replace the time
you spend away from me to
go out. It is more than I can stand
waiting for your return and
all I can do is sit here and stare.
Another Doggy Ditty using my theme “Only Human” which I hope to be able to use throughout this April PAD.
It combines the lyricism of the terza rima with the repetition of the villanelle to make a powerful one-two punch in only 19 lines. The traditional stance on the terzanelle is that the lines should be written in a consistent iambic meter, but there are plenty of contemporary terzanelles that just aspire to keep the lines a consistent length throughout.
It’s Christmas Eve. There’s peace on Earth
to celebrate the Virgin Birth.
Carol singing at midnight mass
before mince pies, downed with a glass
of wine. Whatever we believe
we’re very glad it’s Christmas Eve.
My favourite day is the first of May
when our naked trees sprout their lime green leaves,
Magnolias come bursting into blossom,
down stone walls tumble Aubretia cushions,
motor mowers pass manicuring grass,
and we listen long to evening bird song.
Hello Santa, I have been a very good girl this year
and so I would like to ask you for some Christmas cheer.
This year I have lost some of my very dear friends
so I hope that next year you can make amends.
I would like you to deliver good health.
I’m not bothered about other wealth,
or presents I can do without.
Let there be no sign of drought,
nor flood, nor pestilence.
Let us all keep warm
and out of harm.
A watery winter sun warmed the westward woods
but no birdsong burst from the bare branched birches.
Hawthorn hedges were hidden in the haze,
yet a feathered fiend had fixed his gaze.
Stiff, silent trees were standing stark;
wide eyes were watching, waiting.
Suddenly from his nest,
over frosty fields,
came snowy owl
feast. Continue reading →
(Cinquain poem) 5 Lines – not rhyming 1st line – a noun, 2 syllables 2nd line – 2 adjectives describing the noun, 2 syllables each 3rd line – 3 “……ing” words describing noun, 2 syllables each 4th line – a 4 word phrase about the noun, 2 syllables each 5th line – another word for the noun, 2 syllables
Now at last
the fear of drought has passed.
They can now cancel the hosepipe ban.
We can put away our brand new watering can,
and forget any idea of a summer tan.
It’s never going to stop, it’s plain,
each day we get again
too much rain!