Author: Tim (Page 9 of 9)

I have been under the weather. I actually snoozed away much of the day so you get what you get.

Sick Day - haiku
 
Now the day winds down-
Moving slowly into bed.
Resting is hard work.

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Hopefully tomorrow brings new inspiration and less blah.

Cheers!

Day 2 has me feeling kinda crummy and under the weather. This poem is not about anyone in particular… it was just there in a dark corner of the spare room at the back of my brain.

The thing I hope you remember is that these poems are written on the day they are published. As such, they are not meant to be GREAT or SPECTACULAR or even GOOD. They are a practice in writing things down in some way that makes sense to me. I have not workshopped them. In most cases I have set a time limit to even work on the poem so you are seeing very rough drafts here.

I am sharing these bits, not for your adoration or praise, not to make a point, or make a statement on society, or eviscerate people, but simply to keep myself working. If you wish to comment, I invite it. Just be nice. 😉

Castaway

You think you know
what she likes to do
on those off days
when no-one’s around.
 

But if you knew
that she runs away
into her books
you might wonder why.
 

She has it all,
so you like to think,
but it’s not true…
as she would tell you.
 

If you would ask
without assuming 
that everything
has to go your way.
 

She wants the life
she finds in her books,
without losing
what is real and true. 
 

So she pretends…
to keep you happy, 
and finds herself
alive in stories.

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I am going to try giving my poems titles this year. The titles are “working” titles and should I choose to refine any of these bits at some point in the future, the titles may change. I just like a poem to have a title… if it seems appropriate that it should.

Cheers!

It’s been awhile since I’ve written anything for anyone else’s consumption so I am feeling a little bit out of practice and somewhat nervous about the prospect of even starting the challenge this year.

At some point I may do an extra post to talk about the challenge and why I do any of this, but for tonight I only have a nonet to share. The nonet is a “disappearing” or “count down” poem that starts with nine syllables in the first line and each proceeding line decreases by one syllable. I think you will get it when you see it. It reminds me of something going down a drain. {grin}

So here goes:

Once Again - 

Forty seven years have come to this
exercise of writing things down.
A yearly slog I’ve outlined - 
seeking poetic bliss.
Ideas are grown,
the poem kind.
Trouble is
my own
mind.

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There you have it, the first “Daily” of December 2019. Only 30 more to go. I’m going to warn you, I may deviate from the “poem” theme this year. I have become interested in very short fiction and a flash style story may appear once or twice. You may also feel free to comment and make requests on topic, form or whatever. You could even leave a comment just to say “hi”. I have no agenda for this project, as of this moment, so it will be what it will be.

Welcome (or welcome back) and thanks for joining me.

Cheers!