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Who’s That Girl? – dVerse Form for All – List Poetry, Google-style

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Form for All – and the great gods of dVerse must have been smiling on my brain-dead brain this evening – I don’t think I could have coped with having to create a triolet or anything of that nature!

So, list poetry – courtesy of Googlism – I hope you enjoy it! I chose me, Freya, as the subject matter, stripping out the many references to Norse gods and mythology, and the other references that just didn’t grab me.  Please visit the other poets’ offerings – they are bound to be fabulous!

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– Who’s That Girl? –

freya is on her way
freya is going out with a bang
freya is a bit different
freya is a trustworthy and loyal character who hides a dark and tragic past
freya is still perched on jackstands in the boat yard
freya is not a very good choice
freya is gone
freya is

Clocked – dVerse Open Link Week 120

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Open Link – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This is about wanting time to move quickly, and not making the most of now.

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– Clocked –

One month before, or
Two weeks until, and
I’ll feel better when this, or
That has happened.

I cross off the days, or
Count down the minutes, and
Wish for the seconds, or
Hours to sweep by.

This unpleasant event, or
That hard conversation, and
I can’t wait for them to pass, or
Do I know what I want?

Because now I am older, or
Wiser than before, and
Know that time is fleeting, or
Finally realise –

That I cannot control time.

Destination – dVerse Form for All – the Rondeau

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Here’s my latest entry into the dVerse Form for All – why not take a look at everyone else’s wonderful responses?

This piece was inspired by my journey home from work this evening – after a particularly long and tiring day at work. I literally squeezed every ounce out of what was left of my mental energy today to produce this rondeau – the first that I have ever knowingly written!  I hope you enjoy it.

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– Destination –

As the train rolls along the tracks
Its rhythm soothes, bids us relax
Our aching souls, our weary minds
That chew on cares enough to bind
Our beating hearts, encased in wax.

With no real love, spirits contract
Hands of friendship are pulled back
Metal-clad world, we are confined
As the train rolls

Sinking bodies, fall, collapse
On threadbare seats, like formless sacks
Smiling in sleep, we bring to mind
Our joys and hopes, bright pleasures find
The tunnel’s end brings light, perhaps
As the train rolls