Category Poetry

Ripples – A Dash of Sunny

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When the words don’t come easy

When inspiration evades me
When I must gouge every word from my bound and stitched mouth
When the rhythm’s distorted
When the rhyme pattern is thwarted
When confidence is eroded by crippling self-doubt
When I shrink before mastery
When my skill is unsatisfactory
When my fountain of words is foundered by drought
That’s when I lay my soul bare
That’s when I let myself care
That’s when what I put there on the table is me
It’s my heart, soul and body
It’s what pushes and drives me
I’m a poet, a writer, and words set me free.

 

It’s time for the weekly prompt from A Dash of Sunny! This week, we are asked to write on intuition, instinct and creativity. The poem above is a reprise of some work of a few years ago – ironically my muse is taking me to art today, not to writing, but I wanted to take part nonetheless, hence my sneaky, cheaty reprise! How ironic also, that this pieces is about inspiration and the drive to write! It’s always there, but sometimes, I have to take a time out to recharge and re-craft a little later on.

Please head on over to A Dash of Sunny and read, and enjoy!

The little things – dVerse Open Link Night

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All those tiny details

that, at the time, I failed to mention.

Such as the way you tipped your head

to one side when you were listening,

truly listening.

(I could always tell if you were

only humouring me, or, for that matter, someone else).

I failed to mention that I had noticed this,

and all the other things about you that I loved.

Perhaps my failure wasn’t so tiny,

just like the tiny details of you, that weren’t so insignificant after all.

 

Tonight, it is Open Link Night over on dVerse, where we can post any poem we like – there’s no specific prompt, so we can choose any route we please!

This poem was inspired by a programme I was listening to on BBC Radio 4 where a poet was reading from her latest published collection. Frustratingly, I can’t find it now, nor can I remember the poet’s name!

Anyway, do head on over to dVerse, dive in and enjoy!

Cat Heaven Reprise – dVerse Poetics

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In cat heaven, there’s always sunshine
And plenty of places to rest
In cat heaven, no-one disturbs you
In cat heaven, cats always know best

In cat heaven, there’s cream and fresh tuna
And your bowl is full to the brim
In cat heaven, your coat’s always glossy
In cat heaven, you always look trim

In cat heaven, there’s room for cats small and large
Moggies and pedigrees too
In cat heaven, old enemies make friends once more
In cat heaven, no-one is blue

So if you are wondering where I have gone
And you miss stroking my fur
Just think of cat heaven, look way up above
From cat heaven, you’ll hear my purr.

 

A bit cheaty, but I’ve unearthed a poem I wrote back a few years ago and submitted to dVerse, in honour of some friends of mine who had just lost their cat. Yesterday was International Cat Day, so it feels somewhat appropriate.

I know there’s a very thin reference to ‘blue’ (although it is about heaven so it is up above us!), but this week is tough on the travelling front for me (a railworkers’ strike, meaning early starts and challenging journeys to and from work). So, inspiration is somewhat lacking this evening!

Please do head on over to dVerse and dive into the blue!

(The cat is my mum’s, called Millie as she came to to family in 2000 at the start of the new millennium).