Poems, reader, I’m learning to write poems and have joined in a facebook group called #postitnotepoetry.
It’s been so much fun, challenging and gets me out of a writing rut.
So, for want of something better to do, I’ll share some with you 🙂
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Little bird, trapped by wire
I bet you wish you could fly higher
Exotic creature kept for pleasure
Goes to show man’s true measure
If I could I’d set you free
But you can’t live within a tree
You are doomed thus
Kept to please us
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Pretty bird upon the water
Keep your head down, you really oughter
Duck
The grass is green, and way too long.
Of birds and crickets, a distant song.
So far gone now, I’ve lost the chooks.
I need to mow now, a jungle mistook.
The whipper snipper and the mower.
A bit of fuel, to give some power.
I have to weed and tidy up.
Tired and dirty, of cool water I need a sup.
#postitnotepoetry
Layer of moisture close to the ground
My thoughts enveloped in a shroud
Fog
Love them! The one about the bird in the cage made me so sad. I can relate sometimes. You have a great grasp of image, which I’ve said before. Good work!
Thanks, I tend to write silly little non rhymes but I’m trying to get a better rhythm and I’m starting to see tiny glimpses 🙂
I write some free verse and a bit of rhyming. I think one of my best is called Safe Place with strong images trees, path, rocks. Sometimes poetry is the best way to express our innermost feelings. It forces us novelists to write short for once in our lives.