Sunday, 13 April 2014

Poetry Patchwork Cat

From Imaginary Garden

Following Imaginary Garden's prompt, I tried to write a poem based on the above picture.

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Patchwork Cat



Poetry patchwork cat
At your service!
Tonight, under the stars, Patchwork
Cat brings colours to life
Helps tiny seedlings to grow
Waters them with words
Of great inspiration
Reads them letter of joy
Kicks the speaking slugs away

Come and talk to this cat
And your sorrows melt
Towers of poems and colour await.

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Disclaimer: These are poems I won't be spending a lot of time on. As such, I don't expect perfection (neither do I need it). However feel free to tell me what you think about them, and if you enjoy certain lines more than others - I'm quite OK with constructive criticism!

Are you participating in NaPo? Do you write poetry? Feel free to comment below and leave a link to your day one poems, and any general comments you wish to leave.

Saturday, 12 April 2014

Hiding Under the Wisteria

Picture from Wikimedia Commons



From the Imaginary Garden prompt
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Hiding Under the Wisteria


Hues
Blue and pink
Twist around my thoughts
Growing taller, hanging
Over fences, bridging
Gaps in trees, no more sky.

A soft wind
Pushes blossom on my face
Tickles my eye
Smells surrounding
Imagining.

A chink of light passing through
Sweet like summer
Vivid like spring
As I lay on a carpet
of flowers.

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Disclaimer: These are poems I won't be spending a lot of time on. As such, I don't expect perfection (neither do I need it). However feel free to tell me what you think about them, and if you enjoy certain lines more than others - I'm quite OK with constructive criticism!

Are you participating in NaPo? Do you write poetry? Feel free to comment below and leave a link to your day one poems, and any general comments you wish to leave.

Wednesday, 9 April 2014

Wrong Turn on a Holiday Walk



Shared on Poets United following the prompt.

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Wrong Turn on a Holiday Walk

Parakeets roam the beach
Investigate the sandcastle we could never make.
A breeze, in the warmth leads us to the ocean's edge.
Here, some postcards, an ice cream box.

We turn left.

Here a hotel, and a pool with nobody in it.
Early morning for the holidaying women and men,
The sun not fully burning the skin.

The woman in front is very red
With thin white stripes on her shoulders
Tourist's tattoo.
We glance at each other,
our olive skin, second home.

Time has passed and there are trees
A forest, we joke, with wolves.
It wasn't here before and now we figure
We went the wrong way.

Walking forever that day, uphill, mostly
Passing rows and rows of coloured houses
and cats, who make the island theirs.

Perdon, I think, practising
asking for directions.
We will not be lost visitors.

I take matters in my hands.
I will lead us back, I say,
as we descend, now,
the half circle of never ending hill.

This street, we know it, it's at the top of
the road from the beach.
A half moon crescent walked
In a language not our own.

Parakeets roam the beach
Call from the trees.

I led us back.

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Disclaimer: These are poems I won't be spending a lot of time on. As such, I don't expect perfection (neither do I need it). However feel free to tell me what you think about them, and if you enjoy certain lines more than others - I'm quite OK with constructive criticism!

Are you participating in NaPo? Do you write poetry? Feel free to comment below and leave a link to your day one poems, and any general comments you wish to leave.

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Lunes, Lines, Languages


Catching up with yesterday, and writing a poem for today. First one is a lune.

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He Had Purple Shoes

And his name?
I could have asked him.
I prefer mysteries.

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Si Les Souhaits Etaient Des Chevaux.. Des Cheveux?


What's that word I look for
that starts with a, with a, with a..
L? 

No maybe it was an N
Nooooo
Neh neh neh

That sounds wrong...

Como, como, como

I don't speak perfect Spanish or perfect
a n y t h i n g
really.
Do you?

Sure, I could be working harder and not be so lazy
But those umlauts and tildes and oh Finnish numbers
are so eeeeaaaaasy -
I mean, have you tried counting 
or
or

Do you think it is
IMPOSSIBLE
HARDEST LANGUAGE
TOO OLD
for
learning?

Well tell me then, when is one
meant to learn if the
cut-off age you say is
6
14
or
three???

Really, three?

So I suppose all our lives are lies and
if we weren't born bilingual it's rotten.

Tell me how many learn guitar at two
Or reading at one and
now tell me why
languages are so special?

Now let me tell you, rotten old spoilsport
You're just mustasukkainen
and much mistaken

Yo alucino..

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Disclaimer: These are poems I won't be spending a lot of time on. As such, I don't expect perfection (neither do I need it). However feel free to tell me what you think about them, and if you enjoy certain lines more than others - I'm quite OK with constructive criticism!

Are you participating in NaPo? Do you write poetry? Feel free to comment below and leave a link to your day one poems, and any general comments you wish to leave.