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Sunday
Sunday is a very short poem I wrote years ago. I have also included a couple of Haikus. A Haiku is a form of Japanese poetry, consisting of three lines in the pattern 5, 7, 5 morae (or on). A morae is a sound unit, which characterizes Japanese poetry, unlike English poetry which is characterized by meter. Sunday You left on Sunday Now the … Read More Sunday
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Circus
Circus You left to join the circus As it travelled through our town, You said you were a lion-tamer Not a lady’s clown. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I was trying to play it cool. I didn’t mean to be unkind Or treat you like a fool. The flat was cold and empty So I let it to a man Who was a … Read More Circus
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It’s hard to iron
It’s hard to iron It’s hard to iron Without a hand No not a hand As in to help, But hand as in The five-fingered extension Of one’s arm It’s hard to climb Without a foot No not the measurement Of length, But foot as in The five-toed extension Of one’s leg It’s hard to think Without a head No not ahead As in … Read More It’s hard to iron
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Childhood dreaming
Childhood dreaming I wished I was a Persian cat With long grey fur and amber eyes I wished I was a greyhound dog Fast and sleek with coat that shines I wished I was a jungle lion Smart and fierce and roaming wild I could have been all three of these If I had been a different child But I was timid as a … Read More Childhood dreaming
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Poetically retentive
This is not really my usual sort of poetry, just a bit of fun. I am not good at free verse. Poetically retentive With mathematical precision I count every beat From beginning to end of each line They must be concise and perfect and true And every so often must rhyme No freedom of verse or lyrical waxing No skipping a meter or two … Read More Poetically retentive
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Opposites
My first poetic blog. Enjoy….. or not. Opposites The hat was pink and floppy with a large, bright pin. Her hair flowing, flowing forever Over her loose Indian smock He was stiff like his hat, A stiff black hat with a black band, A funeral hat for every day He hated her hat, Her pink floppy hat, He loved her without the hat, The … Read More Opposites
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