Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Writing. Show all posts

Sunday, 1 April 2012

Day 1: Shaun

I have been itching to get on here and start posting a poem a day ever since I found out about the idea. I'll do my best to get something almost finished up daily but, I suspect it could be a tough month. Good luck to all the local writers trying this out, I think it is a great idea to have us posting on the same page. I'll try not to be the one that lets the side down. Enough of my rambling though, here is my poem for Day One.

Penny. 

At the back of your drawer
behind a Gideon’s Bible and a pencil case
I peeled off the old Penny.

Blu Tack masks a once proud coat of arms
while stern faced Edward looks away,
revealing none of his secrets under inspection.

He is worn out, his face in anti-time
bears not one wrinkle, only thumbprint
felt out by my own hands as I pushed him back.

I cleared that drawer some time ago.
Dated and reasoned that a coin worth next to naught
Was her final witness to time once spent;

The time once lost, forever sought.


Day 1: Lara

It is day one of National Poetry Writing Month, and I'm starting off with a poem inspired by my time in the Lakes a couple of weeks ago. It is only a fragment. I feel that it needs more, that I've not quite managed to say what I want to say. But it is a starting point; something that can be edited, tweaked and expanded upon. Something that stops the page from being blank and daunting.

Camp Site Breakfast

An old skip is bubbled and scratched with red rust,
the company's name is missing some of its letters.

It is filled with a hill of tied up carrier bags:
packaging, empty tins and left-over meals.

Each morning, the tabby farm cat jumps in,
scavenges around for bacon rind, burnt sausages.


Thank you for joining me here and I look forward to reading other people's contributions.

Lara 

Saturday, 31 March 2012

THE PURPOSE OF THIS BLOG


Tomorrow is the start of NaPoWriMo, or National Poetry Writing Month, and I’m getting involved. Jumping in with two feet, splashing about, and hoping to uncover a couple of useable poems. I’m also hoping that others will get involved, post their poetic efforts and share their experiences.