Bloganuary asks “What’s a lie you tell yourself?” Old taunting voices have been gagged into silenceNo longer do they hold me in utter reliance“You’re feeble, not smart, you don’t cut the mustard,Look at you now – you’re getting all flustered!” I ceded them rightness for some little while‘Til following a Way helped develop my styleSo thoseContinue reading “Shrinking Pinocchio’s Nose”
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Clown
Bloganuary poses “What was your dream job as a child?” The railway line to Grange ran past the end of our streetEach time I heard the whistle, my heart did skip a beatNo matter steam or diesel as the changes went aheadEngine Driver was the job of how I would make my bread. Then there wasContinue reading “Clown”
What chore do you find most challenging?
What chore do I find most challenging?Right now it’s responding to this question!Each day this month I hang on tightFor when Bloganuary prompts next session. Eight PM rolls ’round each dayAnd I hang on tight to my seatWill the prompt be fair? Will it stretch me tight?Will I taste sweet victory or smell foul defeat?Continue reading “What chore do you find most challenging?”
Let’s try a Sonnet
When one feels the urge to writeYet thoughts refuse to formAnd sense retires in spite,One takes such as the normAnd lifts the pen in hopeOf catching what flies byWhile making wide one’s scopeAnd snaring what is nigh. And so a poem is bornRaw and gasping for airLying lost and forlornSeeking to avoid despairBut now it’sContinue reading “Let’s try a Sonnet”
Sirens
Haiku and WordleThe chores that beckon dailyDanger of sirens
Communion with some friends
Broken bread, poured wineStrangers become more than friendsEmmaus Supper!
Where’s the Haiku?
Wondering Pilgrim“Where are your haiku?” they ask“Watch this space!” I say
Thinking Inside The Box!
The second attempt at today’s Worldle took me to La Tête Carrée Library, Nice, France. It has four stories of offices and three stories of library shelves. The lion had no courageThe tinman had no heartThe scarecrow had no thinking headBut dreamed of being smart If only the road of yellow bricksPassed through the cityContinue reading “Thinking Inside The Box!”
Phantoms of the Night
Writing poetry in the middle of the night because reflux is keeping you awake has its nuances, especially when you are on retreat with several mutual mentors who are also therapists! Here’s the poem:Phantoms of the nightGather around my bedWhispering anxieties and “what ifs”They scoff at my commands of dismissalSo perhaps I should befriend them“NoContinue reading “Phantoms of the Night”
Solitude
#Bloganuary Writing Prompt: Where do you go when you need solitude? Where do I go for a bit of quiet?Away from thoughts that start to riot?A secluded spot, a garden shed?Nah, there’s a spot deep inside my head! Where does one go for a bit of peace?Avoiding tensions that defy release?A quiet room, some placeContinue reading “Solitude”
Wondering Pilgrim 