I sometimes wish I was a tree
My arms raised worshipping the starred sky,
The moon with her lily light shine
Feeling the magic of the soft breeze
Lifting my leaves
Resting my roots deep in cool damp earth
Steady, strong
I sometimes wish I was a tree
My arms raised worshipping the starred sky,
The moon with her lily light shine
Feeling the magic of the soft breeze
Lifting my leaves
Resting my roots deep in cool damp earth
Steady, strong
#NaPoWriMo Thank you for the fun and for the challenge!! I can't believe I've managed to write a poem every day and even got my blog River of Words up and running before it was all over! I was the last to do so apparently! 😅 Such a huge learning curve for me and never have I written so much poetry in such a short time even on workdays! I'm even quite pleased with a couple of them! Well done to everyone who wrote a poem a day for the whole month. It's been so inspiring to read such good poems. 🎉
#NaPoWriMo Day 30
A palinode poem, retracting a view expressed in an earlier poem.
Not the Crow
No! I am not the crow
I will not eat those worms
I prefer to lift them gently from the path
I will be a different bird
One with feathers of light and a quiet song of peace
I will sing my song from high treetops to the empty open air
Singing for the joy of singing
Flying over sunlit fields.
#NaPoWriMo Day 29 A food poem.
Sausage Roll
I'm a Gregg's sausage roll, but vegan
Quorn centred, super tasty
cruel people call me joker,
a greasy interloper,
not fit to share a counter with a real pig
sausage roll.
My given name is Karen
I prefer that one to Kevin
but my friends just call me yummy
as they cram me in their mouths.
I know I am a trickster, but I do it
for the planet, just try me
pigs will praise you
as they worship me their saviour
I know they like to keep their meat inside
their pretty hides.
#NaPoWriMo Day 28
An index poem. The Earth...
as seen from space, 27;
its distance from the sun, 34;
wondrous third planet, 43;
its incredible variety of flora and fauna, 52;
its delicate web of life, 53;
our history of abuse, 666;
our relationship with it, 80;
Gaia our mother, more fact than fiction, 42;
depletion of her minerals and animals, 94;
pollution and destruction since the industrial revolution, 97;
our role in global warming, 100;
our urgent need to protect it, 105;
the importance of rewilding, 106;
how we should care for it, 107;
its future prospects, 113;
our hope for it, 123.
#NaPoWriMo Day 27
I had to write a poem titled “The ________ of ________,” where the first blank is a very particular kind of plant or animal, and the second blank is an abstract noun.
The Blackbird of Impermanence
The blackbird sang
the day I wed -
A song of liquid light as
the smooth Summer river flowed like a
glistening shoal of marigolds.
I heard the same song
that night I thought I'd die -
Before dawn the blackbird answered my cries with lilting laughter.
My perfect child a bruised thing of beauty burst from my inside.
She mewed like a drowned kitten.
Our eyes met.
The bird came again
In a cold place when I felt my lonely ride was done
the notes trailed into darkness
the music was gone
you were just a plain black bird
eating worms.
As my seasons turn around
the blackbird watches with golden eye
A cloak of feathers can't ward of evil
Yet if I sit and breathe I hear his fluid song once more.
#NaPoWriMo Day 26
The prompt for today was to write a portrait poem that focuses on or plays with the meaning of the subject’s name. So here's mine...
Your mother must have known
When you were fresh out in this World
How great you'd one day be
So capable and strong.
When you were young at school
Your friends would pull your leg
You'd need to be the best
To live up to your name.
You did it your own way
You never compromised
You made them understand
You really are just ACE 💗
I sometimes wish I was a tree My arms raised worshipping the starred sky, The moon with her lily light shine Feeling the magic of the soft...