Poems for years 4 and 5 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the year following, from August 2024 to August 2025.(provided I live that long, of course). |
Day As the day unfolds, an unravelling bud in the morning light and the diamond dew sparks the spider’s web, the world turns to meet the risen sun and the summer smiles supreme. There, ‘neath the laden branch, leafy, dark and shadowed, where the night hides cool in the soil, the ants go feverish in their task, secret manoeuvres underground. Out on the lawn where the heat settles, heavy and baking the desiccated grass, and time holding its breath while the noon rides high overhead, so spends the day in sloth. And evening draws on reluctant, loth to release its hold on the world, stealing the hour with fading light far into the hush of tomorrow, and thus unfolds the day. Line count: 20 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 2 2024 Prompt: As the day unfolds. |
This is the first of the poems for the fifth year of Promptly Poetry Challenge 2024/2025. All previous poems are for 2023/2024. Renewal Oh, there’s new beginnings of sorts, it’s true, made a few myself, so I should know, and you may not think this applies to you, but we’re all human here below. The plain fact is your load won’t change, your backpack’s filled with things that stay, you’ll need that guilt and that ball and chain, you are who you are - we’re built that way. Of course, for a while you’ll feel just fine, a new start’s bound to make you smile, but you won’t get far before you’ll find your shoes do pinch your toes so vile. Your muscles ache and your brow asweat, resolution fades, ambition tires, you wish that you could just forget the thing to which you now aspire. You see, to start again you must divest yourself of burden’s load, good and bad must go, the shine, the rust, and leave them by this lifelong road. That’s not so easy you will find, but I know one who can help you here; your cares and woes He will unbind, renew your soul and free from fear. Line count: 24 Rhymed abab For Promptly Poetry Challenge 5, Week 1 2024 Prompt: New beginnings. |