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i'll post my weekly poems here, really trying to get back into poetry again
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for the prompt just posted, i'll have to link a picture because pasting will ruin the format aa
https://imgur.com/a/Jw4OmUl -
I FORGOT ABOUT THIS YAY I CAN POST MY POEMS
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things left behind in books:
newspaper clippings
dead poets dead daughters dead pets
extinct birds
rare birds
a list of birds spotted on a 1993 trip to australia
a 1950’s pamphelt on cooking and carving meat and poultry
temporary dinosaur tattoos
pressed flowers
maps of the town maps of other towns
postcards from dad from friends from lovers
some signed some sent some never recieved
Illustrations printed some hand-drawn
stickers of knights and pirates
annotations leaflets messages
graduation photos
secrets
names scribbled on the front page or the last
old bookmarks new bookmarks scraps of paper used as bookmarks
traces -
had nothing to do with any prompts but i shall do one from the prompt next ee
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i might add more but this is a poem about the river infront of my childhood home:
twisty corners
we throw our sticks into the river
and watch as they drift down the muddy current.
from the bridge above we can hear water flowing
when we journey down to its bed, we let it lap
small waves against our wellington boots.
we collect smooth pebbles with wet sleeves
splash eachother in the shallow depths.
giggling, a rope swing across the stream;
someone falls down, drenched in cold, fresh
springtime river water.
we run down twisty corners, until
our boots fill with water, trouser legs soaked.
the wet, splishing and splashing warns us
it will take us away, sweep us away,
before we get a chance to swim. -
i wrote this when i was very tired last night so it's not the best. The counting involved in in Cymraeg/Welsh
an old oak
shelters her, eyes
covered by tiny hands.
un dau tri she counts.
you think, is she coming for me?
can she see my shoes,
my hat, my frock, shocked
when calling from the oak
pedwar pump chwech!
saith wyth naw deg!
faster than expected
legs dashing
leaves rustling
crashing down upon
you. she laughs.
you smile.
you are caught. -
a silly thing i wrote:
that thing
did u see that thing?
that ugly old but intriguing thing?
not someone having a fling,
not someone discarding a ring,
you know, that thing, that thing!
was it on tv?
or was it on my phone?
oh, please don’t moan
i know you want to see me
but you need to see this thing!
oh what happiness it will bring
for you to see this thing
like a cat drawn to a ball of string
this thing this thing this thing!
wait, did you hear that ding?
my phone’s gone off, ring ring ring
hello, who’s there?
did you see that thing?
did i send it to you
did it come through?
oh you must have seen it by now,
this thing, wait, wait, hark and sing!
here’s the thing, my king, the thing! -
Hey @4revgreen - hope you don't mind me leaving a comment here! I really liked "things left behind in books", especially the stickers. The last line "traces" also is a neat ending.
i know you want to see me
but you need to see this thing!
From your most recent poem - I really liked these lines. The play on "see" is clever, reflecting how people interacting with each other sometimes seem to put things in between forming a direct connection. -
@Liminality thank you for your kind words! I'm sorry i didn't see this message earlier!
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