30 Poems in April 2015

Day four

From Septolet to Fourteener


How to write some poetry with Fourteeners you may ask
and now on attempt two I tell you, not a simple task
to write out lines with rhythm that does not sound too clunky
as longer lines can very soon appear rather chunky.
When you add in an obsession for lines to end in rhyme
you can very quickly fathom it's not an easy time.
Despite this fact, I have to say that as I write this down
there is now a smile upon my face, not a puzzled frown 

30 poems in April 2015

day three

a septolet, like painting a picture with a few brush strokes!


Speechless
she stood
silent tears streaming

two tangled together
silken sheets
entwining
their betrayal

Poetry Blog Spot Day Three

 Birch Bright is the first site I open today and when I read Shoring up the ruins it brought back so many memories. This will resonate with anyone who has cared for or is trying to care for their parents. I love the language and the distinctive style of the writing too.

Poetry Blog Spot Day two

I've been following Quiet Minds  since I discovered it on last years NaPoWriMo so was very excited to see her back this year.  Jan Priddy posted interesting and challenging poetry prompts last year. A very talented, deep thinking poet and writer.

30 Poems in April 2015

Day two

I've abandoned the prompts today! A poem to fit the season and a monorhyme

                        April

It's April so it really must be Spring
No longer does the cold of winter sting
and each day bursts of colour add their zing
as gaudy jewels add a bunch of bling.
No longer to our winter wardrobes cling
as layers shed, thick coats we do not bring
and voices in the showers dare to sing
It's time for winter blues away to fling
to soar in joy like kestrel on the wing
or as a child enjoying their first swing
in April so it really must be Spring

Poetry blog Spot Day one

It would be impossible to read all the poetry submitted by participants so I will try to read a few each day. Poetry Pixie caught my eye today. Humour and rhyme! I love the idea of a month of limericks too

30 Poems in April 2015

Day One

Using yesterdays prompt.


I guess it's too late to live on a farm
as my memories do
to run through the fields with wind in my hair
sister, cousins,dogs too

I guess it's too late to live on a farm
with the wet smell of cow
silage and muck and the sweet scent of hay
tractor, earth furrows, plough

I guess it's too late to live on a farm
calves to feed, hands in milk
rides on our bikes along small country lanes
warm cats, cuddled, soft silk

I guess it's too late to live on a farm
it would never compare
primroses, violets, blackberries wild
to my memories there

I guess it's too late to live on a farm
idyllic in mind
but narrow, too insular, routine bound
not embracing mankind