One recent challenge for 12 poems in 12 months (at deadlinesforwriters.com) was to write a sonnet. I chose the Shakespearean sonnet form. How do I miss you? Let me count the ways now we’re apart. I woke up late this morn, No pillowed head beside me this fine day, To snore throughout the night till … Continue reading How Do I Miss Thee?
One of this year's '12 poems in 12 months' challenges was to pen an acrostic. It wasn't my finest hour, but since I recently posted about my aversion to housework I thought I'd share my acrostic here. Spring Cleaning Somebody’s coming. My Parents, for Easter. I’m Running around with a vacuum cleaner. I don’t enjoy … Continue reading Acrostic
Here's one you may have read earlier
I tried free verse, but it rhymed anyway. So I had another go… Posting both, if I may. At the risk of boring readers, the compositions below are, essentially, the same content in different forms. I asked our writing group which they preferred before posting both versions for the 12 poems in 12 months challenge … Continue reading Stand and Deliver
This is by way of a reblog from John Spiers, whose posts don't have a 'Reblog' button. Click this link for the post from his blog mylifewithgracie.com which gives links to two websites: one to assess your poems and another to assess your song lyrics. As those who follow my poetic efforts will be aware, … Continue reading But is it Poetry? (2)
(To the tune of Under My Thumb by the Rolling Stones, 1966) Under my feet, this little dog gets in the way. Under my feet. Why won’t she get lost when I say? She’s hounding me, while waiting for a crumb to slip, Hounding me, brown eyes entreat. She’s under my feet. Under my feet. … Continue reading Under My Feet
For those with time to look online today... Christmas is a family time, but not this year. Lights may twinkle, bells may chime but no-one’s here. No clinking glasses, laughing voices carolling in rhyme. No Christmas cheer. It’s not enough to celebrate a birth; the festive season sells. But this year, inns have little cause … Continue reading Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas
God rest ye merry, gentlefolk,
'Two o'clock and all's well.' a shivering warchman rings his bell.
Twas the night before Christmas, when Santa's new elf in the vast, silent workshop sat all by herself