When the Birds Stop Singing

My response to Carpe Diem #1014 dawn, also linked to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Friday Music Prompt # 54: Sound of Silence, cover by David Draiman and Disturbed Today’s inspirational quote is from Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941):  “Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.”   At dusk, clouds of birds fill the […]

Once in a Blue Moon (reprise)

My response to dVerse Poets Pub Meeting the Bar: Let’s Kick It Up a Notch This evening, Victoria is our host and has asked us to search our archives, choose a poem and add a little spice to it through the use of sensory description, replacing metaphor, or tightening up the word count. I have reworked […]

Bookworm Holes

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver #79: Wormhole The librarian had gone off to make himself a coffee. Thursday afternoon was always slow and quiet, with one or two people logged on to computers, booking a holiday or applying for jobs. No kids until well after three. Sitting low in a comfy chair in the […]

Melodious Love Affair

My response to Carpe Diem Tokubetsudesu #90 Back In Time “Let The Music Inspire You” This week Chèvrefeuille has given us a video to inspire us to create a haiku, tanka or other Japanese poetry form. The video, created by Paky.D, is of the singer, instrumentalist and pianist Yanni playing ‘Felitsa’, a song he wrote for his mother. […]

Of Slugs and Snails

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille August 3rd 2016 haibun imagination This week Chèvrefeuille has challenged us to create a haibun with a maximum of 250 words (including the haiku or tanka) inspired by the following image: Snail (photo found here) Part of my childhood, from the age of seven to sixteen, was […]

Pressing Poetry

My response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #124, also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform Image by Ronny Garcia Moron “For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.” —Langston Hughes, The Big Sea   I press poems to my naked skin; they escape so quickly I must anchor them with pen and […]