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Write 10 poems
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Started doing poetry exercises on June 26, 2018.
Memories of Home
Here is my home, all shaded in the trees
It holds all the memories I can’t touch.
Sadness stole inner light by small degrees
I never amounted to very much.
A woman, dark haired with curious mind
I hoarded vicious thoughts like a dragon.
Hatred for life and self became entwined
Wreckage on the sea bed like a lagan.
Memories bring imperfect lows and highs
Choosing life or death becomes a tightrope.
Against all the hurt I struggle to rise
The moon touching the branches brings new hope.
Shadows only live where light is glowing
Life can conquer death if I keep going.
(April 7 2018)
Here is my home, all shaded in the trees
It holds all the memories I can’t touch.
Sadness stole inner light by small degrees
I never amounted to very much.
A woman, dark haired with curious mind
I hoarded vicious thoughts like a dragon.
Hatred for life and self became entwined
Wreckage on the sea bed like a lagan.
Memories bring imperfect lows and highs
Choosing life or death becomes a tightrope.
Against all the hurt I struggle to rise
The moon touching the branches brings new hope.
Shadows only live where light is glowing
Life can conquer death if I keep going.
(April 7 2018)
Done- 5
We
We walked in silence to the field just outside our house.
We laid on the ground, my head resting on your chest.
We looked up at the sky.
We watched as ribbons of green danced across the stars.
We felt the cool night air on our skin.
We traced the constellations with our fingers, making shapes in the heavens.
We felt small, just two people on a tiny planet in the vast cosmos.
We felt big, just two people sharing a moment of profound reverence.
We walked in silence from the field back to our house.
(Nov 12 2017)
We walked in silence to the field just outside our house.
We laid on the ground, my head resting on your chest.
We looked up at the sky.
We watched as ribbons of green danced across the stars.
We felt the cool night air on our skin.
We traced the constellations with our fingers, making shapes in the heavens.
We felt small, just two people on a tiny planet in the vast cosmos.
We felt big, just two people sharing a moment of profound reverence.
We walked in silence from the field back to our house.
(Nov 12 2017)
A Prayer for Peace
I will set aside my gun
and replace it with
a dove of peace
I will remember those
who have fallen and
honour those who still stand
I will take what strength
and faith I have remaining
and with it, build a better world
Nov 11 2017
I will set aside my gun
and replace it with
a dove of peace
I will remember those
who have fallen and
honour those who still stand
I will take what strength
and faith I have remaining
and with it, build a better world
Nov 11 2017
Passage of Time
A clock is ticking on the wall
It never occurred to me why the hour and minute hand are black
And the second hand is red
And why does time move forward in ticks and tocks
Most clocks nowadays don’t have a second hand
As though we will not miss their absence
Tick Tock
Red Black
Red lines deadlines, after all, time is money
The numbers are in black
The balance is in the red
But the drum of the clock hasn’t changed
How can we make each second count when we can’t see them move
Time moves forward, always forward
Tick Tock
Red Black
The clock on the wall moves to the top of my end table
The clock on my end table moves to the phone in my pocket
The numbers on my stove a glowing green
Time no longer moves in slow familiar circles
We can see the numbers change
We can see the hours pass, but now they pass in silence
No Tick No Tock
No Red No Black
(Oct 17 2017)
A clock is ticking on the wall
It never occurred to me why the hour and minute hand are black
And the second hand is red
And why does time move forward in ticks and tocks
Most clocks nowadays don’t have a second hand
As though we will not miss their absence
Tick Tock
Red Black
Red lines deadlines, after all, time is money
The numbers are in black
The balance is in the red
But the drum of the clock hasn’t changed
How can we make each second count when we can’t see them move
Time moves forward, always forward
Tick Tock
Red Black
The clock on the wall moves to the top of my end table
The clock on my end table moves to the phone in my pocket
The numbers on my stove a glowing green
Time no longer moves in slow familiar circles
We can see the numbers change
We can see the hours pass, but now they pass in silence
No Tick No Tock
No Red No Black
(Oct 17 2017)
Pool of Light
The neighbour next door has a metal roof.
When the moon shines it becomes a pool of silvery light.
The pool is an ocean.
I want to swim in it, have it cure me, have it drown me.
I want to drink it, to feel it, to watch it snake across my skin.
I want to escape into that light.
And t (...more)
The neighbour next door has a metal roof.
When the moon shines it becomes a pool of silvery light.
The pool is an ocean.
I want to swim in it, have it cure me, have it drown me.
I want to drink it, to feel it, to watch it snake across my skin.
I want to escape into that light.
And t (...more)
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