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 |  Poems for years 4 and 5 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025.(provided I live that long, of course). |
| Nomad Song I think they will say of me that what steps I left were free for roots I never put down and wandered from town to town. Line count: 4 Form: Tanaga - quatrain, syllables 7777, rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 16 Prompt: Write a tanaga. |
| For Andrea Again I am reminded of those late nights when you snuggle close and ask “Are you awake? Tell me a story.” And I search my empty brain and speak of memories of youth running free in a dry and desert land and how loneliness struck me in my damp and misty homeland of friends that came and went and yes I’ve been alone at times. And you recall those times alike though now that we’re just you and me and how strange it is that it’s enough and all our gratitude’s for now and not the past. Line count: 15 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 15 Prompt: Picture of a Thank you note. |
| Endgame The first and last, alpha and omega, so life plays out its petty dance, right to the end when breath comes short and every nuance snatched at, only to slip through the grasp, aged fingers awkward in their haste to hold the final moments hesitant, the sight now dim in fading light. Thus poor creature huddled in vain, resigned through long acquaintance, yet unable to loose its grip in final sigh, would say quite bold, “Yes, now would be the moment, smoothed by constant touch to familiarity and rest.” And then the life force, instinct, will, turns in an instant ferocious still, no, just one more breath, a second glance, before I go - it’s not too much to ask. Line count: 18 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 14 2024 Prompt: Use at least three of the following words in your poem: stunning, nuance, colorful, last, first. |
| Jackson Pollock Primary colour dribbled from the lip the tin tipped and dripping red yellow green blue struggling their random patterns painted pooling plastic paths pirouetting pastiche of explosive performance entwined one within the other and a thousand more wriggling in random writhing riot confused and silent cacophony and chaos of accident intended. This mass of shape and line coloured fresh and free is wild and even beautiful a design of energy and verve but art gagged and voiceless wall hanging without a cause. Line count: 16 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 13 2024 Prompt: Quiet chaos. |
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