Summer takes a sigh
Lungs collapsing in the sun
Birds fly on up-draft
A prompt from dVerse, to explore why we write in the style we do, with a traditional haiku at the end. I’m not sure my response made my why any clearer, but I didn’t realise before I thought about it that this is definitely my style, at least at the moment. I haven’t put in any line breaks as I usually do so you can see it as it is raw. I still and probably always will be growing in the way I write, so this is a snapshot of me now, I guess.
The painter philosophical,
Tubby fleeced and rovers boots,
Sermonising, gesturing, he’s a preacher,
Half a Russian dancer,
Half wry smiles and shrugs.
Back to work I guess.
A metaphor challenge today from dVerse. I think I still have a lot to learn about metaphors. 😊
Also this is based on an honest-to-goodness real person I met today, who probably never woke up this morning thinking he would be made into a poem by evening and probably will never know that he was.
I was born free; no body owns me
I can sleep on the sand
Following summer into the north
I can cloud drift
To rule the horizon
But I come back to
Beach scented oceans
Again. Because clouds
are still trapped by the earth.
Prompt from dVerse, a Quadrille using the prompt “free” and exactly 44 words. Mines a bit late!
Also drew a bit of inspiration from this corny song from the old Pippi Longstocking movie! https://youtu.be/a7m4vPcfeOE
Summer shoes to be
Discarded, corner tossed
Feet free in the grass
A prompt from dVerse about shoes, I’ve always enjoyed hot weather when I can kick them off! This is a haiku, 5-7-5 syllables. I always have trouble with syllables because when in primary school they taught us to count them by the amount of times our chin went down when we said the word, well with my Australian accent words tend to become a little compressed! Does anyone have a better method of counting syllables?