There’s a light in the distance But I know not what it’s for, It just appeared in the mist As twilight settled. The hazy blue-grey Of mountains dressed in clouds, Overshadows and hides The origin of this pinprick glow. Almost a speck-sized orb To guide you through eventide’s haze. *** Www.serrenwrites.wordpress.com #SerrenWrites #Poetry #challenge #world #wisps #Earth #twilight #creativewriting #SerrenWrites #dailyword #Night #peace #poem #lamp #nature #APoemaDay #eventide #l
Tumultuous pass- When ten sails duelled tempest’s rage, Six sails ne’er returned. *** This time I challenged myself to fit a synecdoche into my haiku! Can you write a haiku with a synecdoche? Post it in the comment section, below. *** Www.serrenwrites.wordpress.com #SerrenWrites #Poetry #writingchallenge #storms #harbour #world #Ocean #boats #ships #writingprompts #wordchallenge #tempest #haiku #water #SerrenWrites #Life #journey #poem #nature #APoemaDay #synecdoche
I walk along the side
Of a hill well climbed:
Out past the glen where the trees grow thick
And cover the path with dappled shade.
Branches overhang with umbrellas of leaves
Until you step out beyond, out the other side,
Onto an open hill,
Where you can stop and gaze at the land below.
This land, a timeless land,
It stretches out below-
A patchwork of colour and fields and towns and roads,
Where the river curls and meanders through,
And you see the riverb
A Dreamer’s Eyes There’s a glimmer in their eyes;
A collision of worlds as thousands of stars rise and fall and glisten together.
Planets and people wander in an ever-changing, ever-growing orbit
Around the centre of this soul
Who dreams of universes clashing and merging and rippling in unison. Their far-off look has observed many a nebula
Burn beyond its capacity and collapse in a shower of colour.
They dance in it, in their minds, as it rains into a lake, an ocean, of
A cloudless sky.
It’s been a while
Since the expanse above stretched endlessly blue,
No wisp of cloud or mark in sight,
Azure. How long has it been since the sky glowed like this?
Not white and covered
So that we cannot see what lies above-
Just a blanket of cloud and white. But not today.
Today: A veil of blue,
So high that it feels we could never touch it,
Never reach it,
Never pass it.
Stretching on forever,
Always just out
Today I have been thinking about the spring, waiting eagerly for it to appear full bloom, bringing with it warmth, sunshine, and beautiful growth. *** She Dances with the Breeze She dances with the breeze,
This friend of mine,
Eyes radiant with the joy of life,
This melody that enchants her heart
And my vision
As I watch from my place beneath the sun. If there were leaves,
I believe they would dance with her.
Twisting around her on an unseen spiralling air c
So my friend was wondering if I could write a part two of The Orange Ball that the Mermaids Took, as she wanted to share it with her KS1 class and wondered what would happen next in the poem, perhaps on the girl’s next visit the mermaids would give her something in return… The young girl sat by her bedroom window,
Eyes watching the sea through the glass-
Trying to see the mermaids play with her ball,
Wondering if they’d play above water at all. She couldn’t wait when that
The young girl looked out at the ocean,
Eyes desperately scanning the waves,
Looking out for the contrast of orange on blue,
“Papa, I can’t see my orange ball… can you?” The father looked into the girl’s large brown eyes,
Sad with the loss of her ball,
He squinted and pointed far out into the sea,
“Yes, look: the mermaids took it, can you see?” “The mermaids watched us play, today.
They saw us kick it, throw it, bounce it and then roll it.
And they liked how our ball
I had a strange feeling to write a children’s poem today. For a few years in my life, I turned to teacher training and spent 8 months as a teacher of my own class. It wasn’t for me, but I do look back fondly at some of the memories. Some of the best memories I have working as a teacher were when we covered poetry. Quite often poetry has a stigma of being boring- but I so enjoyed seeing the engrossed look on my class’ faces as they watched poetry recitals: ‘Chocolate Cake’ by
My weekend was full of fellowship- in just 2 days and Friday evening I enjoyed spending time with both of my martial arts clubs, had one of my longest friends over to stay, and have fully reflected on how fortunate I am to have such wonderful people in my life. Here’s to those who make me genuinely smile and light a beacon in my life. *** Fellowship The babble grows louder, more energetic.
Laughter bubbles, the joyful chuckles echoing, bouncing,
Around the company in which
I created this when I was visiting a relative in Canada. While I was there, I read a book called The End of Absence by Michael Harris. It’s a wonderful book discussing the current age of technology and social media, and the relationship we now have with them. It really struck me, so I ordered a copy for myself and ended up reflecting further upon the topic. These reflections then created this poem. I find myself, if writing a rhyming poem, tending towards the AABB pattern. I
What could be nicer that to hide away from the biting wind inside a warm café, staring out at the inky waters of a harbour while enjoying a hot coffee? My sentiment seemed to be reflected in the mind of a local pigeon, who hovered by the door waiting for a customer to open it so that he could sneak in and stand in the warmth of the indoors! It behaved very well, and just stood snugly near my table- eyes drooping as it seemed to comfortably nod off! Today’s poem also reflects
Today, I asked a friend to give me a topic to write today’s daily poem about. He had previously been moaning about the weather, and so told me to write it about the rain and the wind that we can hear battering the window. In return, I asked him to draw something in my notepad. All credit to Jasonas263 for the post’s image! *** Liverpool Weather #Jasonas263 Wind howling, moaning, roaring, whistling,
Shivering feeling just from listening,
Splatters of rain pelting at the window
One of my favourite styles of poem is the Tanka. I do love Haiku, but I find the extra couple of lines in a Tanka, obviously, will give extra room to play with for a more descriptive piece. I’m really lucky that on the days I am at home, and sitting in my room to work or read, I get to see a beautiful bird of prey circling my home. A small family of red kites live somewhere nearby, so they circle our area daily. There is very little that is more wonderful than to hear their s