A bird comes into sight
visible via proximity and light
emerging from clouds like rain
falling on a window pane
Tag Archives: British poetry
Today day trilogy
yesterday, today and tomorrow…
take it one day at a time..!
Thankfully it’s Friday?
Yesterday, today and tomorrow shock revelation: ‘Friday’s just another day for us!’
Yesterday, today and tomorrow always stay together
whatever the circumstances, time and weather.
return to the fold(ing mirror)
space odyssey
distant humanity
mirror connection
my reflection
My latest Facebook colour background sized poem returns to the Folding Mirror theme of this website and the form premiered here, but it doesn’t take that shape.
The title of the post wordplays: 1. To begin participating in, belonging to, or supporting some group, activity, or field that one left for a period of time in the past.
https://idioms.thefreedictionary.com/return+to+the+fold
Minimalist Poetry
Canalised my poetry
channelled for quality
reined raging rapids
converted calm vapids!
CLOUDS POEM
Weather related, underrated
sky shapeshifters, thermal lifters
sun’s canvas, prism diverse
nomadic flyers, water carriers
POEM-INSPIRED POEM
Tip of an iceberg
melting into words
morning sun spun
w(h)at(a)er into verse.
w(h)at(a)er [water/what air]
The above was inspired by my previous poems combining a tip of the iceberg and chilly scenery theme.
WRITER MIND RECOLLECTIONS
Diving deep into brain
to reach the artistic
melancholy mind
is like riding rapids
through a harsh environment
to an oasis.
sleep celebrates silence,
space irons out lumps…
wake to human news,
return to writing
after music soothes
My books have investigated the writer mind (mining mine!) more than anyone I know, and the above are more in tow!
Isolation Generation
Nobody built bridges
or dug deep ditches
to where my mind
resides with own kind.
The above Facebook sized poem developed from this thought, that I first posted as a draft here yesterday:
Bridges (positive) and ditches (negative) built in my wake to imply I was diverted away; attention; from reaching my intended destination.
Short Poem, Deep Thought
The Generation of the title mainly refers to generating; as in isolation generating a mindset; but abstractly can also work for those living amongst covid-19: while it’s impossible not to be affected by it, maybe some will learn from it for the better of their mind?
I think I’m mentally where I thought I’d be at this age; either alone or with a soulmate; but I’m not sure when I started thinking that. Certainly, the greenYgrey decade (2006-2016: 40-50 years of age) was a transition period I set out, and wrote about, but don’t think I knew much about the future before that.
SUNSHINE ON A RAINY DAY WORDPLAY
3U4
SUN
TROUBLE
THOUGHT
HOME’S SUN
IS WHERE THE
WOLF’S IS.
(O = SUN, VARIATION OF HOME/WHERE/HEART/IS)
Song that inspired the title: https://youtu.be/aVnE3HHbaQo
BEFORE DESPISE, SELF-CRITICISE
No way out
poetry doubt
eternal bout
challenge stout
mirror lout pout
self-defeating flout.
I used to think exiting my mind
with others was the way to be.
Now I think being in my mind
without others is better for me.
mistYmuse 