Reading between the lines
Energy flow fluctuates.
Could it be?
In another life,
Empty promises are concealed in soft pastel wrapping
Volatile outbursts precede the emergence of pastel wrapped boxes, heart shaped cards.
Deflating the bubble of joy that had begun.
With a move to warmer climes
I invite more light in, the darkness slips away;
Taking with it the bad memories and any trace of controlling forces.
Heart free, finally.
Love yourself! more shout the books, it’s been that same page for months now.
Oh, your words arrive just in time like a cool wind
Velvety and soft
Eyes close as your energy wills me on.
One of the things I enjoyed most about taking part last year in the Blogging University poetry 201 last year was the challenge of creating poetry inspired by the daily workshops. I often found myself jotting a few ideas, drafting a poem and then a few days later completing and posting. It was great to see the different tangents other participants had taken the subject and the online community feeling of creating together.
I like going back to poems and overtime crafting and shaping them till I feel they are ready and no more editing is required. With this version I think I’ve made it less dark and more coherent. What do you think?
The fresh veg from the organic garden eaten at lunch was divine
as was the Elderberry wine.
As a visitor to the centre of alternative technology
I learnt all about plant and roof garden biology.
A great place to spend some time.
An earlier visit to Roger’s field produces a large cumbersome marrow,
and courgettes, orange and yellow.
Natures true legacy unveiled
as oddly shaped veg are revealed.
An education and revelation that
some supermarket buyer choices can keep our expectation narrow.
This is my response to the Blogging University, Writing 201, Poetry Day 4 challenge – Imperfect, Limerick, Enjambment.
Are you comfortable in your skin? Are you comfortable in the skin your in?
Is there an option to change? Texture? Thickness? Colour? Like that particular type of lizard that blends into its surroundings minimising its chances of discovery. Lenny, the lizard spends his time in the sun, silently soaking up its rays. He tip toes lightly from a dark rock, its hot you know! He moves quickly with a speedy agility, reminding me of his fragility. Admire his ability to climb walls and hang upside down on the ceiling, I think of the lightness of his skin and then, the regular shedding of scaly skin; and then of steroid skin cream soaking in, then a few days later flaky scaly skin.
The angry heat rash I got every summer as a child, I often wished I could swap skin then.
This is my response to Blogging Univeristy, Writing 201, poetry Day 3: Skin, Prose, Internal rhyme challenge