Dead Poet’s Society will hopefully see you in 2023…
What you want more, an encore, totally unexpected, so nothing planned.
Oh, I could tell you the above poem was inspired by an afternoon snowfall that coincided with a nap, so the first and third lines wordplay between the snowfall and sleep, while the middle is just w alliteration observation.
The dark cold hinterland between the Northern Hemisphere’s late autumn/fall and winter is here. A perfect time for fireside retrospection and wordplay.
On the second day of #mYm2019 here is the first poem to wordplay the embers of months with those of fires, as far as I know.
mistYmuse Reflection, Fireside Connection
dying embers of year?
preceded by Sept-ember.
like night’s end, sitting around fire
spent remembering past
of life and ancestors?
The way I see sunrays sweetly sing, and songbirds softly shine, I think it must be… mistYmuse week…
Through Trees Horizon, Inspirational Words Arising
mistYmuse return, yet again
*unsane – intentional non-word, describing state neither sane or insane.
*fane – temple. Found while looking for ‘feign’ originally!
* inane – recognition that this is ‘just’ art.
*mistYmuse – Y joining two m-words.
Bottom half changed course from:
Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem was inspired by posting Portugal summer photos on the travel25years website this morning during stormy winter weather in the U.K. It is also winter in Portugal now of course, but the photos are still summer.
Loved Moments Caught in Time, Helps to Loosen Winter Grip
golden warmth captured on film
feeling the heat, refreshing the swim
walking with short shadow
sun’s cool you on sizzling floor
remembering sights that inspired photos
sheer cliff faces falling to sandy shores
photos more than pictures, memories stored in mind
travelling back in time helps look ahead
navigating winter hazards like mapsA-Z
human season cycles never stop spinning
like moon’s sideways grinning
savour the cold, only passing through
clouds under sky always blue