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“Tell me, what is it that you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
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Take my hand, and step through the stars with me.
Celebrating Poetry, All Month Long
April is National Poetry Month, and we love each day’s flurry of new posts tagged #nationalpoetrymonth in the WordPress.com Reader and across the internet. WordPressers are busy in the #napowrimo tag as well, participating in NaPoWriMo, Maureen Thorson’s annual project that encourages and challenges poets to write a poem a day in April.
Let’s look at some poetry we’ve stumbled upon recently across the WordPress.com community.
“Me as a Child” series, Silver Birch Press
We’re enjoying the Me as a Child series at Silver Birch Press — poems on childhood by various poets. Consider this excerpt from “Swarm” by Alan King:
She was a sixth grader, who mistook my lamppost legs and power line arms for a fifth grader. She was as old as the boys throwing grass in each other’s hair, rolling around in a kind of awkward tango towards manhood.
“I Allow Myself Poetry,” Summer Pierre
Poetry is…
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Drowning in a sea of lust
My Dream Library #amreading
My dream library would be in a resplendent cliff top mansion with breath taking views from every angle.
It would be circular, on the top floor, would house rare first editions, and one of those whiz along ladders like something straight out of The Great Gatsby.
The lighting would be subtle, but not so that you had to strain your eyes. There would be a chaise lounge, and squishy sofas with footstools.
Comfort after all, is paramount when reading.
And, it would smell…incredible.
I picture those lazy, rainy days spent immersed in a favourite book, clutching a mug of tea or a glass of Chianti – after 12pm obviously…
Growing up, I was surrounded by books. My dad used to take me to the public library every week, and he was happy to stay in there for hours with neither one of us wanting to rush home, so quite often, we used to get in trouble for getting back late for our evening meal.
My love of books has grown with each passing year, and this year, I’m reading genres I’ve never tried before like science fiction, and autobiographies.
When I travel, I always try the local delicacy, so I thought why not travel outside my reading comfort zone? Be it on the train, in bed or in my dream library…
#happyreading
EYES
Careful the man who complains day and night,
That the beauty of life doesn’t fade from his sight.
Careful the man who holds hatred so fast,
That love gives up and beauty doesn’t last.
Envy the man who sees happiness where he views,
Everything to him has had beauty infused!
© 2015, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.
#sixwordstory
Staying away is harder than leaving…
#sixwords
Without you, everything’s the colour blue…
Selected Micropoetry
Selected Micropoetry
One of the many different forms of writing poetry is an outgrowth from Twitter’s limit of 140 characters per post. That is a challenge for writers to get a complete thought and create a poem in 140 characters. The following selections have been posted on my twitter account in the past couple of weeks.
I~
hand on one hip
fingers beckoning
from the other
A skirt swish…
and the dance begins
II~
A simple girl…
Shy at first
But…
Once she learned
his dance there
was no turning back
III~
… I dreamed of sweet
love in the afternoon
you were alive and
warm and delicious
… Reality was the
cold light of morning
IV~
… his hands
the touch of his
fingers
stained her memory
leaving fingerprints
on her soul
things were
never the same
V~
Shadows on the wall
tell me you are leaving
no need…
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