Settee

Laura over at dVerse has invited us to write a poem about a room or rooms. Seeing as I’m now sleeping on the settee I sit on most the day I thought I may as well write about the room I spend most my life in at the moment. Go check out what others have written https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/26/poetics-make-some-room/

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Here am I

Four walls and a TV

A settee with a dent shaped like me

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Death is nigh

Stalking outside the door

Yet staying at home seems such a chore

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Still I try

To sit here staying still

And the knowledge of the world distil

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So I fly

At the tip of a pen

Across a mountain and through a glen

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Time goes by

And I find myself back

In this room each day I have to pack

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Here am I

Four walls and a TV

A settee with a dent shaped like me

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The Lonely Recluse

Pitter-patter

Written off a prompt by a friend to force me to write something

Pitter-patter, sky comes falling,
Spitter-spatter, storm comes squalling
Pitter-patter, Thor is bawling
Then it stops, sudden silence

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The Lonely Recluse

Edit – now added to dVerse’s open link night, hosted by Grace, go check out the other fntastic poets https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/28/openlinknight-267/

Coffee: a gogyohka

Good morning all, Frank over a dVerse explored the forms of Tanka, kyoka, and gogyohka. He then challenged us to write a 5 line Japanese style poem. Here is my gogyohka, and the reason I shouldn’t write when I wake up/I should at least finish my morning coffee. Go check out the other fantastic poets of dVerse https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/21/mtb-5-line-japanese-poetic-forms/

Energy
A dark mirror quivering
Wakeful
Hot, black and bittersweet
Now I need a wee

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Fix

So apparently I clocked out of writing for nearly a month, oops. Anyhow, De over at DVerse, the poets pub, challenged us to write a quadrille (a 44 word poem) using the word “fix”, well it’s a fix if you ask me, and you ain’t going to convince me otherwise. God check out what the other fabulous poets have written https://dversepoets.com/2020/05/18/quadrille-104-oh-were-in-a-fix/

It’s a fix
What can you do
The whole world
Out to get you
Chasing your tail
For a buck or two
Not able to see
What is true
In your Dead end job
You just stew
It’s a fix
What can you do?

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The Lonely Recluse

Finally Comes the Poet

Björn over at dVerse has challanged us to find a poem in the titles of our bookshelves. Sadly I don’t have my full shelf to play with, mainly just college books, but I’m actually pretty happy with what I managed to find.

Finally comes the poet
Speaking in stories
Following the Celtic way

We were offered the opportunity to expand it, but I think it stands well on its own. Go check out what’s on other folks bookshelves https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/23/finding-poems-in-bookshelves/

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The Lonely Recluse.

Flush

So Mish over at the poetry pub gave the challenge to write a quadrille (a 44 word poem) with the prompt “Flush”, Mish suggested it should be on one square of toilet paper, as such here it is, go check everyone else out too (https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/20/quadrille-102/ )

And a transcript if you can’t read my scrawl

All the madness and panic buying
All the badness for soft and drying
Empty shelves, the world is ending
Thinking of selves, hoards defending
Gone is sanity, gone is pride
Gone is humanity as we hide

All this chaos over something
we simply
Flush

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The Lonely Recluse

Order

Laura is kindly hosting the dVerse Poet’s pub tonight, today’s prompt was the noun “order”, our relationship with order, how it turns up in our lives. An extra challenge was to use a formal poetic patterning, I played my own card on that last bit. Go check out what others have mused on “Order” https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/14/poetics-order-order/.
Laura reflected on the importance of order on the life and poetry of Elizabeth Jennings. It got me thinking of the role of order in my earlier poems, back when I needed to write poetry to vent the worst of the rubbish in my head, especially through the time I self-harmed, and how much the order of a formal pattern helped work through the thoughts and fit them onto a page. Since my self-harming was healed, I’ve not really needed the crutch of that formal, almost word game, mentality to my poetry, and that is exactly what this reflects upon

So much of my writing
Has been looking for order
‘midst my mind’s in fighting
As I danced on the border

Betwixt my death and life
Only scribbles could make sense
Could find strength ‘gaisnt the knife
When the world was oh so tense

But then I was let free
To soar away from the pain
I was allowed to be
Who I should be once again

I was allowed to be

Me

Free
Of the order that controlled
The venting
When my mind won the day
When ink stained paper

Free

Free
Of the chaos that defined my mind
The Venting
When addiction turned the world red
When blood stained my bed

Free

No longer playing
Mind games
With word games
Life games
To make
Order
Order
Order in the mind

No longer fearing
Thought patterns
Free-flowing
Free-wheeling
Free-forming
Free-versing
Freedom to be

Me

Because chaos and order
It was all in my head
As I danced on the border
Between living and dead

It is now that I can see
The two heads on one coin
It is now that I am free
The game I need not join

Because why should I play
When the game is clearly rigged
From order I can stray
Because I don’t need fear anymore

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The Lonely Recluse