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). |
Seven Seven syllables per line, not essential that they rhyme, and seven lines to finish, your chances won’t diminish. Just keep counting that’s the way, so I’ll be the last to say, versifying’s done today. Line count: 7 Rhymed aabbccc For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 48 Prompt: Seven syllables, seven lines. |
Table Picasso and Braque Cubists extraordinaire Paint celebration Geometric profusion Rectangles and squares Circles and frosting ovate. The flat board of delight Cupcakes of pastel Triangles flagging Flowers of still life Refreshing the lemons Presenting the cubes. Line count: 12 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 47 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Waiting Room Choose a seat and sit down back against the wall defensive the waiting room earns its name and now you’re caught unknown forces debate your fate and you await the call. Look around but never linger don’t stare at others waiting glances must not meet watch the clock ceilings are good especially if panelled there’s silence there a place to rest the eye. A clock on the wall with second hand ticking through the moments identical its circular journey excuse to stare long after noting the time. Just as the hands need placement so the eyes move on you know the scene you check your fellow sufferers as the summoned depart suddenly energised with fresh hope a subtle countdown to hasten your turn. You’re a fortress isolate upon a peak distant, unmoved, bearing the weight of time unaffected by the world while your mind seeks change anything that moves and still you’re still defenses up and fortified against eternal time slowing to a crawl. Line count: 40 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 46 Prompt: Write about the feelings you experience or things you notice while waiting for something. |
Touch A light breeze ruffles the hairs on my forearm I feel each one move a tree in the forest, bending, swaying glad of the cooling influence of the air Just as the wind sweeps through the wheatfield bending the gold in waves and I grasp the seedhead of one crush it in my fingers to scatter Like seabirds landing to rest in the sea riding the billows of the deep and beckoning fishers from afar while I cling to the rough rigging rope. Line count: 12 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 45 Prompt: Select one of the five senses, then write a poem about it. |
Minute Poems Poems produced in a minute, not infinite but very short, a fleeting thought. Poems so small but not minute, they blow my flute and so my song won’t last too long. Poems that measure the angle, not new fangled, less than degree, a minute be. Line count: 12 Form: Minute For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 44 Prompt: Write a minute poem - 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter, three stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables, rhymed aabb, ccdd, eeff. |
Point of View Sand castles in the air and dust storms on the way dreams make weather fair but life will make us pay. Happy endings abound sometimes they really do too often they rebound when all is told and through. Some will hope for colour try always for the best pessimist world’s duller but outlasts all the rest. Line count: 12 Rhymed abab For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 43 Prompt: As per illustration. |
Sound What is that whistling sound that I hear? Like an electrical hum of machinery; I’m unable to say if it’s distant or near, it might even be part of the scenery. Not a hum or a buzz, a hiss or a tune, it is white noise with no corners or reason - constant and yet shy, it inhabits the room, without crescendo, it wants no completion. The other sounds bleached and cast from my ear while this monotonous sound becomes rife; not conditioning air nor inspiring fear, I know it at last - it’s the rhythm of life. Line count: 12 Rhymed abab For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 42 Prompt: Listen. What’s the most prominent sound you hear? Write about it. |
Silence Silence waits in the grave. On the mountain peaks the wind whispers of eternity in the deepest abyss the darkness echoes with liquid dreams in the stillness of starless night blood pounds in the ear in the sun-speckled spaces in the wood the cricket saws and sings birds punctuate the drowsy air insects buzz and creak distant highways hum and thrum cities converse in traffic tones microwaves beep and teevees chatter children yell and dogs bark. Silence waits in the grave. Line count: 18 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 41 Prompt: Write a poem about silence. |
Wayfarer Bird of endless summer, I’ve heard the word, word of wisdom but never winter’s bird; fall creeps in and she hears the season’s call, call unto the flock when the leaves do fall - so the gathering leaves before the snow (snow may freeze the land and hunger bite so). Goal of bird’s united aim, the opposite pole, pole of north to southern waste their sole goal, far the journey in pursuit of a star, star recedes at night and day lures afar, turn the world of summer-bent Arctic Tern, tern travels on and back again in turn. Line count: 12 Form: Mirror Sestat For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 40 Prompt: Write a Mirror Sestat. |
May Emptied box upon the bed, clutter on the blanket spread - an open book long half read, notepad, specs, and roses (dead), bottle with some green perfume, forgotten scent fills the room, morning coffee gone stone cold calendar speaks of times now old, a note I thought thrown away, long lost greeting, “Hello, May.” I remember well that day - you smiled before you went away; gone for years and once returned, wrote that note before I learned you were back but left again. Memories I counted slain, ceased for me to dwell upon, stir, and rising with the sun, awoken just to spoil my day, remember me, my name is May. Line count: 20 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 39 Prompt: As per illustration. |