Thirty
Repeat repeat repeat
NaPoWriMo complete
poems, maybe in rhyme
prompts to follow each time
talented poets read
Thank you! all to be said
Sunday, 30 April 2017
Saturday, 29 April 2017
30 poems in April
Twenty nine
An ode to daffodils
in brightly drifting drills
cascading over hills
where beauty overspills
imagined trumpet trills
to counter April chills
advent of Spring which kills
low mood Winter instills
each centre framed with frills
our gaze and focus stills
a golden hope fulfils
awakens heartfelt thrills
delights in daffodils
An ode to daffodils
in brightly drifting drills
cascading over hills
where beauty overspills
imagined trumpet trills
to counter April chills
advent of Spring which kills
low mood Winter instills
each centre framed with frills
our gaze and focus stills
a golden hope fulfils
awakens heartfelt thrills
delights in daffodils
Friday, 28 April 2017
30 poems in April
Twenty eight
Left in lurch
at church
while others search
bride in white
out of sight
bridegrooms flight
never right
family huddle
in a muddle
bridesmaids cuddle
teardrops puddle
guests are left
to feel bereft
finely clad
feeling bad
very sad
some are mad
no one glad
that this day
ends this way
while the bride
hides inside
hands cover head
filled with dread
words are said
drop like lead
groom has fled
Left in lurch
at church
while others search
bride in white
out of sight
bridegrooms flight
never right
family huddle
in a muddle
bridesmaids cuddle
teardrops puddle
guests are left
to feel bereft
finely clad
feeling bad
very sad
some are mad
no one glad
that this day
ends this way
while the bride
hides inside
hands cover head
filled with dread
words are said
drop like lead
groom has fled
Thursday, 27 April 2017
30 poems in April
Twenty five
Deep in the dark recesses of my mind
are hidden thoughts that only I can find
resurfacing at times I'm not aware
to give a jolt, reminder they're still there
Twenty six
This rusty metal pile was once a car
but no one here today knows what they are!
Deep in the dark recesses of my mind
are hidden thoughts that only I can find
resurfacing at times I'm not aware
to give a jolt, reminder they're still there
Twenty six
This rusty metal pile was once a car
but no one here today knows what they are!
Monday, 24 April 2017
30 poems in April
Twenty four
An owl descends upon the old oak tree
and is attacked by feathered foes times three
He sits on branch for nothing bothers Owl
not even being pecked by fiendish fowl
Owl will remain just where he wants to be
His enigmatic smile says he is free
On this fine perch he'll rest a while and see
what life unfolds beneath this mighty tree
An owl descends upon the old oak tree
and is attacked by feathered foes times three
He sits on branch for nothing bothers Owl
not even being pecked by fiendish fowl
Owl will remain just where he wants to be
His enigmatic smile says he is free
On this fine perch he'll rest a while and see
what life unfolds beneath this mighty tree
Sunday, 23 April 2017
30 poems in April
Twenty three
Cat
fixed gaze
silent, still, slouching
coiled in readiness to
pounce
Squeal
run, scurry
back garden haven
in moment, terror filled
captured
Cat
fixed gaze
silent, still, slouching
coiled in readiness to
pounce
Squeal
run, scurry
back garden haven
in moment, terror filled
captured
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