garden life analogy POETRY

This is how this small poem developed to fit a colourful Facebook background; the editing fits with the poetry advice I remember reading, to take out all unnecessary words, so that everything is vital.

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   As my generation ripened and matures we may think the orchard ages with us, but we are not trees, and other fruit will follow, as we sprouted from seasons of yore.

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We may think the orchard ages with us, but we are not trees, and other fruit will follow, as we sprouted from seasons of yore.

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If you like the above, my books are full of advice and examples:

Mirror Poems about Religion, Life and Mind

Hi, it’s William Wolfsworth, satirical comedy poetry correspondent inspired by Romantic poet William Wordsworth and wolves. I’ve got three Folding Mirror poems by Marc Latham to catch up with today, so won’t write an epic introduction. There’s more about the poems, as well as more photos and introductory poems, over at fmpoetry.wordpress.com.

Heaven’s Christian Pope, Providing Community Hope

Is Pope Francis
entrancing us
with Marxist thinking
or am I juxtaposing
his Christian actions
with media reactions

Jesus was socialist, criticising corrupt greed

love society’s poor
religions always implore
journalists and politicians too
speaking for you
everybody cares
I’m March Hares

Completing Cycle, Living Life

Death
intriguing unknown
comforting escape
elusive companion
attractive option
the unconscious
long sleep
to somewhere better
monstrous manipulator

sweet talking serenader, becomes nagging poker

prodding parasite
trying to suck
life away
extinguish spark
attacking body
wiping mind
controlling force
showing true
Nature

Drown Song, Sun Dry

surface splashing
falling backwards
through a block
survival built
out of broken dreams
unremembered
until they rose buried
into my conscious

can’t change the past, no point seeing future

unconscious memory store
please give me more
recalling
living beyond whole nightmare
destruction point
life is precious
looking forwards
seeing straight

New Poem of Life, City and Season from KJP Garcia

Image by Guillaume Capron via Flickr

Today we have an impressive and intriguing Folding Mirror poem from a new FM poet: KJP Garcia.  The poem was first published in the Straight to Screen section of Kenyatta’s website, and there have been a couple more since, which will hopefully also appear here soon.  But if you want to read them now, please head over to KJP’s website from the above link.  Here’s the poem, enjoy!

it was july

out for summer

the smells took seat in hair, skin

as the wandering began

past yesterday’s rain, junk

heading down to

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main street

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winding up on

this block – this place

empty glasses – full seats

another round, before the leaves turn

back to classroom echoes

and their fall.