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Rated: E · Book · Writing · #2249896

Book of poems written for the second and third years of the Promptly Poetry Challenge.

2023 Quill Nominee


Poems written for Promptly Poetry Years Two and Three. Year three is four poems short of being complete but, having reached 100, I have run out of room in this book for the last few of 2023. This overflow will be consigned to the previous collection of Promptly poems, named Promptly Poetry.
November 28, 2022 at 6:57pm
November 28, 2022 at 6:57pm
#1041114
Photo of a gannet, a sea bird of the North Atlantic.


Gannet

Birds, you say?
And what a twittering, hooting, gaggling crowd that comprises.
Not easy to choose in that squabbling, fluttering mess.
But here’s one, a favourite,
a smooth feller of muted colours and fine gradations,
yet starkly picked out in black
on head and wingtips.
A sour expression surmounted
by an angry, glaring blue eye
and hard he may be,
being a bird of the ocean wastes,
inured by life in that vast and pitiless expanse
to the wing-tucked and aerodynamic plunge
from on high to the dark depths and a cold meal of silvered fish.
Not one for sentiment he,
and ready to fight
at the end of a long and arduous flight
for a patch of rock on a cliff face of some lonely, storm-battered isle
where a thousand others seek a nesting.
No fear has he of this life of struggle,
of the icy waters of these northern seas
or the winds that tear at his precarious foothold on land;
‘tis all he knows and,
if truth be known,
there’s beauty in more than his soft, white colours
and clear-etched face.
His dragon eye has looked and sneered at death.



Line count: 27
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 21 2022
Prompt: Birds.

November 23, 2022 at 12:30pm
November 23, 2022 at 12:30pm
#1040954
Acrostic

Another game to play with words,
Carousing with the verbal herds,
Resting from their labours now,
Only snores and wheezes they bestow.
Shall we send therm all upon a quest
To make a sonnet at our behest
In Samarkand or far Macao?
Cor blimey, that’ll do for now!



Line count: 8
Acrostic rhymed aabb
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 20 2022
Prompt: Write an acrostic using an eight-letter word.

November 15, 2022 at 11:57am
November 15, 2022 at 11:57am
#1040687
Pain Decides

It’s the change in attitude,
vertical to horizontal,
a matter for gratitude,
even though full frontal,

these pains from every muscle
make rising such a tussle,
as old age tests the bounds,
new limitations found

by protests from the body
at movement slightly shoddy
or maybe just too fast.
If ability’s to last,

rein in impetuous wish,
be satisfied with this;

it’s pain will teach you how
to navigate the maze
from bed to upright now,
turn mornings into days.

Be happy you’re not broken
for pain its rules has spoken.



Line count: 20
Rhymed abab ccdd eeff gg hihi jj (it’s a pattern of sorts)
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 19
Prompt: Pain.
November 14, 2022 at 10:25am
November 14, 2022 at 10:25am
#1040637
Interior view of table and chair,


Home 3

We built our house on the edge,
a layer cake of logs like books on a shelf
stacked under a steaming cup for a chimney.

On the far side of the mesa a rose tree grew,
tall and holding its blossoms to the sun
that hovered above in perpetual noon.

In the distance we could see Mount Ease,
so called for its resemblance to a chair
with a band of blue tuff for a pillow.

Square clouds floated in the unchanging sky,
holding images of a dreamscape,
the fruits of our labours on the carpet below.



Line count: 12
Free verse
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 18 2022
Prompt: As per illustration.
November 5, 2022 at 3:44pm
November 5, 2022 at 3:44pm
#1040300
Poet’s Lament

Untitled document
a blank page
emptiness awaiting subject
a pristine monument
silent stage
a play with no first act bedecked.

Here’s to the uninspired
the blank mind
so vast in vacant thought
without a notion fired
bard gone blind
all sparks have flown, all battles fought.

This then my heartless foe
write or die
so goes his cruel insistence clear
though streams of nothing flow
(hear me cry)
it’s of nothing I write, I fear.



Line count: 18
Form: Tri-fall
For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 17
Prompt: Tri-fall, consisting of three 6-line stanzas, for a total of 18 lines. The rhyme scheme is a,b,c,/a,b,c, and the syllable count for each stanza is as follows: 6/3/8, 6/3/8. This form requires little to no punctuation and can be written on any subject matter.


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