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Category Archives: Poetry
About four hundred years ago, William Shakespeare was born and died in the Aprils of two successive centuries. As I sit here putting the final touches to this post, it’s the last day of this year’s April; the first day … Continue reading
I collected two more bags of trashOn my walk today.Stuff folk, unthinking, careless,Chose to throw away‡Into hedgerows on the public pathOblivious of the aftermath. ‡’Away’ is, to me, a foreign landIt’s not a place I’d like to liveIt’s dirty, smelly, … Continue reading
My father would have been 94 today. When he passed away a few years ago, I made a list of some words that I thought described him well, with the intention of trying to craft a remembrance poem. The best-laid … Continue reading
The sea Unfathomable Yet we wage war on it Three-quarters of the Earth’s surface Unknown Pollution and overfishing Will kill all the oceans But do we care… Enough? Prompt: The Writer’s Corner poetry prompt: The Sea
Strong at heart; these powerful steeds thunder through, fully unrestrained revelling in freedom ingrained. This natural, majestic breed arising from an ancient seed was born to run, and run it shall through brush, and plain, and chapparal. When they are … Continue reading
There’s no room to be complacent; we must not resort to pretext, it’s all up to us what comes next. Though our plans may still be nascent and our aims may be adjacent to those already in progress: constantly targets … Continue reading
White light Viewed through prism Reveals colour array Generational injustice Racism A systemic ostracism Reviled by us today We need just this Right sight Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #319
In a hole in the ground lived a hobbit: Seldom seen; mayhap could be because it did a curious thing; met a g’llum with a ring of invis, and from him did rob it. Prompt: Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #69