Category: Poetry 201

Day 10: Pleasure, Sonnet, Apostrophe

Sonnet to Nature

O profound contentment nature brings
Each and every waking day
To wake and listen to the birds
Sing songs of vast array.

As morning dawns and chorus fades
To gentle bursts of song
To garden shed to pick up spades
For garden work I long.

Now robin’s spied a spade at hand
With eyes agog he’ll wait
For me to move it like a wand
Exposing worm and grub to fate.

To him – I magic up an easy meal
To me – this life of mine can seem surreal.

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Day 8: Flavors, Elegy, Enumeratio

Flavours with a Touch of Nostalgia

I’m not hooked on any flavour
More enthralled by variety
The simple things they taste the best
And deliver, or create satiety.

There’s fresh apples off the tree
Strawberries from the banking
And herbs galore, couldn’t want for more
For all of this I’m thanking.

Most food these days doesn’t taste of much
So I opt to grow my own
No chemicals are added because I value life
And believe your reap what’s sewn.

Now the taste of my potatoes, well
Transports me back in time
When life was just and fair and slow
Crammed full of flavours every day ‘til my enforced bedtime.

Day 7: Neighbourhood, Ballad, Assonance

Connecting to the Sun

Each day I met
Upon my waking
Wall to wall and floor to ceiling grey
It was not of my making.

Let me find the sun within
The sun within my heart
Let me touch the sun within
My deep self counterpart.

Winter moved to winter
And then returned again!
What’s happened to our climate?
This grey has numbed my brain!

Let me reach the sun within
The sun within my heart
Let me touch the sun within
My deep self counterpart.

It rarely changed I had to move
To warmer drier climes
And letting go was no mean feat
I’m still a product of our times.

Let me be the sun within
The sun within my heart
Let me join you sun within
My deep self counterpart.

Weekend: Poetry Pot Luck

Task: So: this weekend, share with us a poem that you love (by someone who isn’t you, please). You can quote a particularly striking line (or two) in a new message in the Commons, or drop a link to the whole piece. Most importantly: tell us, in a sentence or two, what about it moves you.

This poem has followed me since my schooldays. I love sheep, chickens and cows. They ooze calmness and serenity and most of the time sheer contentment. Being ‘present’, ‘in the moment’ with these animals, which is how they live, rubs off on me almost instantly.

And yes, I am well practiced in communicating with them moooo!

Enjoy …

Cows, by James Reeves

Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.

“Nice weather,” said the brown cow.
“Ah,” said the white.
“Grass is very tasty.”
“Grass is all right.”

Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.

“Rain coming,” said the brown cow.
“Ah,” said the white.
“Flies is very tiresome.”
“Flies bite.”

Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.

“Time to go,” said the brown cow.
“Ah,”’ said the white.
“Nice chat,” “Very pleasant.”
“Night.””Night.”

Half the time they munched the grass, and all the time they lay
Down in the water-meadows, the lazy month of May,
A-chewing,
A-mooing,
To pass the hours away.

Day 5: Map, Ode, Metaphor

Ode to The Island

Oh island now I’ve left you
I can look back and reminisce
On hours of fun and sun and
Cold wet weather I won’t miss.

You kept me captive for too long
You drained me to my core
Your hidden bars, almost too strong
Escape plans such a chore.

But now I’m liberated!
Freedom running through my veins
My life breath reunited
On horizon new terrains.

Day 3: Skin, Prose Poetry, Internal Rhyme

Sometimes I know that you are there, other times I do not dare acknowledge your existence.
The youthful beauty we once had I didn’t value and that’s so sad now that I know different.
But then that’s life, we come to know that beyond the skin our wisdom grows and even glows.
As we shine through other channels unseen to those who only value surface onlooking.
I am so deep that, you will never see, the extent my skin embraces me,
Much more than any single sense can tell about my life, a joy or hell.
But one thing that I now know and love is how I feel beneath this glove
A perfect fit my closest friend, memories are ours that only we, will cherish til our end.