dVerse Quadrille #37: What Leads to Fear – 2/8/17

Running that’s the truth
And tipping, tripping, lie, or tie me down
Too late
Unexpectedly at the sheer drop
Arms windmilling
Against the fearful drop
And back I tip
Running again
Whipping though lovely foliage
In dancing copperplated heels
Down amongst the laughing trees.



Following the prompt at dVerse – Quadrille #37–Be Not Afraid.

Please let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always welcome!


No. 228 “cat, my unfinished poem.” – 4/9/16

I play my cat like a guitar, just to hear him purr.


Is a one line poem a thing? Well it is now because I’m going to to sleep before I can finish this poem! I’ve an idea, see if you can finish it in the comments below! Wow, I’m such a lazy poet! 😂

Promptly poetry!

One of the most important questions has always been; did he come in the front door or the back door?

One person strongly suspected it was the front door, and everyone else wasn’t really sure.

Create a story, poem or explanation for which way you believe he came in, and why it’s so important. 


Prompt: A Peck of Gold by Robert Frost

Dust always blowing about the town, 

Except when the sea fog laid it down, 

And I was one of the children told, 

Some of the blowing dust was gold. 


I challenge you to write about something you were told and believed as a child.



No. 187 “Frameless” – 19/6/16

Another prompt today! Again from Elaine’s Place, this time the prompt was Frameless.  We had to write a list of things that came to mind associated with the word, frameless. My five things were:

  1. The wind in a cyclone
  2. Deep black space
  3. An unending holiday
  4. Forever
  5. A plane in a clear blue sky

Then using those things as a frame, write a poem. Mine came out quite interestingly, see for yourself!

Wind is a lovely word
Draw it out – wiiiiiinnnnd
Say it softly, breathe the word, wind
The wind will never stay.

Item One: when standing somewhere windy,
Remember, the wind is not confined
By your standing in it
Or by your arms outstretched
Willing to fly.

While grieving,
For the wind or other things,
Stand outside on a flat piece of grass
And see how black the sky is.
(It must be night for this to work.)

Count each black space
In between the glowing pinpricks.
Tell me there is not more
Than the grass beneath your feet.
Then listen. Is that the wind back again?
Aha. I told you it would never stay.

Ok. Now you have both,
Wind and black sky.
Now imagine time has stopped,
Frozen. (Just like you, it’s cold out here.)
Ok, hold your breath.
How many seconds have passed?
Wait no! Don’t actually hold your breath!

Just breath!
That’s right, a nice big gasping breath.
(Sorry about that, I had no idea you’d take this so literally!)
Anyway… How many seconds have passed?
I’d say, as an estimated guess,
By the length of the wind,
And the size of the stars,
About 10,000 years.
Probably. Maybe not.

But it could have been.
Just then when you stopped breathing
The world stopped turning.
(You didn’t even notice, did you?)
But it did.
And the sky is now mottled pink.

Have you ever seen sunrise come so quick?
Each sunrise lasts forever and…
Oh wait, no, it’s over now.
Yep that’s it. Done.
Stop for a minute and remember everything we’ve done in this poem,
Which was your favourite part?

Now look up at the sky,
Where did that happen?
It’s baby blue,
Clean and washed new,
Oops that was a rhyme.
And look!
A plane is making a perfect white ark straight over the sky.

You know it would be nice to stay here forever,
In fact if you want to you can,
I won’t end the poem until you’re done, ok?
Oh wait, you’ve gone. Ok.



No. 185 “Untitled” – 17/6/16

Fearless explorers, catching adventures with ease,
Are because of a lack of convention which frees,

I am trapped here in the dentists seat, bound by lines,
Of unwritten laws. “Beware of calcium!” he proclaims, he shines,

I fling back the invisible lines and stalk out, leaving the Dentist,
Wide-mouthed. Was it a fit of pique or lunar lunasism that assist
-ed Me?

What matter? I am striding out into an angular world, boots on,
To take on Egyptian ruins or Birdsville. My teeth have never shone,
This brightly.


Another poem inspired by a prompt! This one you can find here: 5 Words . A bit of a strange poem, but I’ve always wanted to be an explorer, no matter what the dentists say! 😂

No. 184 “Time to Grow Branches” (Poetry Prompt) 14/6/16

Time to grow branches
reaching long past the sky
Am I strong enough to hold them?
I won’t know unless I try

I won’t know unless I try
If I can run with roots
If I will ever see the world
Or if I’ll never put on my boots

If I never put on my boots
Will I learn to balance my love
For the rocky soil below
And the wild sky above?


This was the result of a poetry prompt from Elaine’s Place which you can see here: Time to Grow Branches Poetry Prompt . The guidelines were to start with the line ‘time to grow branches’ and to write three stanzas, each stanza starting with the last line of the previous one. This was lots of fun to do! 😊