Further to my previous ‘E’ post. Judy chose ‘everlasting’ … and it’s such a beautiful concept that I could not let it get passed without comment. She’s a much better poet than me, by the way.
Not that anyone would likely boast about that ….
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E – everlasting.
Never ending – our bond
From here to eternity
And from there far beyond
E is for ever
What we’ll never forget
E is for everything
We’ll not regret
E’s not for everyone
… just you and me
E is our letter
So much better
Than D.
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I’m not taking part in the A to Z challenge. Doing anything 26 times in a row is too great a challenge for me.
But I thought I might use other people’s ideas for an occasional input of my own. This one comes from Ms Matthews, and I thank her for that.
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E is for eggshells
I’m treading on those
As I creep ‘round the bedroom
And you gently repose
I’ll make you some breakfast
As so sweetly you dose
Then I’ll blow wave your hair
And I’ll powder your nose
I’ll brew you a coffee
I’ll wash all your clothes
For the next day or two
You’ll have no need of those.
***
Chelsea created another terrible poetry competition and I’m onboard again. Her theme this week concerns the turn of seasons. And haven’t we all felt a nasty change in the wind lately?
So far my poetry has been universally praised as being consistently dreadful but has fallen just short of the ‘inexcusably terrible’ benchmark that Chelsea sets. This is a further dive for the bottom of the barrel. I expect extra points deducted for the blatant theft of lyrics at the end.
It’s also an opportunity to give a little wave to all my Northern Hemisphere friends. Spring must seem a bit out of place up there at the moment but rest assured that whilst we might all be in isolation we are not isolated. We are in this together and the end of it will bring a new Spring for all of us. In the meantime I wish upon you nothing but beautiful dreams.
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The mercury is falling
I hope it’s just a cold
Is it destiny that’s calling?
Or part of getting old?
Is it just a shiver?
Or might it be a curse?
That Autumn will deliver
Could Winter be much worse?
A month of isolation
Social distance getting broad
I’m here for the duration
Already getting bored
There’s bad news in the paper
The TV’s on the blink
I fear the isolator
Might turn this man to drink
My Mama and my Papa
They left here just in time
I cough. I sneeze. I splutter
Cut down in my prime
So all the sky is grey
And all the leaves are brown
There’s nothing left to say
There’s no one left in town
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Possibly a little out of my usual space (comfort zone?) here, but in the interests of locking down I perhaps should take a few chances behind closed doors. I’m a daring risk taker when people aren’t around.
A poetry challenge from the good people pouring coffee at the Cafe caught my attention.
The very thought of ‘poet’s lips’ is a rather enchanting one, don’t you think?
One is only supposed to commit about 10-15 minutes to a submission. That’s my sort of attention span.
I don’t know much about poetry. I thought perhaps if I just put a couple of words on each line and mixed up the pattern a bit that it might create the illusion of modern sophistication. That, as I say, was a risk.
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The poet’s heart
It beats in time
Rhythm. Rhyme.
Anger. Art
And wonder
Echoes of
Distant thunder
A message heard
The poet’s word
A subtle reflection
Detection
Of the unseen
A vaccine
For blindness
Sweet kindness
In each line
In each thought a shrine
A light. A spark
Shelter from the dark and such
A torch in the eclipse
A chance to touch
The poet’s lips
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P.S. I actually tried to find some lips (not necessarily those belonging to poets)as an accompanying photo for this. But, in isolation, they all seemed to look a bit pornographic. Or is that just me?
