Settee

•May 26, 2020 • 29 Comments

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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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment

The Lonely Recluse

Pitter-patter

•May 25, 2020 • 12 Comments

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

Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment

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

•May 22, 2020 • 18 Comments

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

•May 18, 2020 • 19 Comments

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

•April 24, 2020 • 14 Comments

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.

InkedFinally comes the poet

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/

Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment
The Lonely Recluse.

Flush

•April 20, 2020 • 15 Comments

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/ )

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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

•April 14, 2020 • 15 Comments

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

The Bare Platform

•April 13, 2020 • 31 Comments

Sarah is hosting prosery day at the dVerse poetry pub. It’s been a while since I’ve posted prose, nice to write it again (if this doesn’t dance the line between poetry and prose a bit too much). The prompt was a 144 word story with the line “No one left and no one came on the bare platform” in. Apparently this is from Edward Thomas’ Adelstrop. I had already decided there was blood on the stage before reading the poem and finding out the poem is far more cheerful than my mind. Go check out what others have written, there’s bound to be something cheerier than my 144 words https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/13/prosery-edward-thomas/

No one left and no one came on the bare platform. The blood pooled noiselessly, too reverent to break the silence so saturated with the divine and profane. The moonlight turned the crimson to black as the life ebbed away, the stars the only witness of that end.

No one left and no one came on the bare platform. There was no one left to leave. There was no one left to come. The world had ended in a minute of madness. Now only the stars could stand witness, paying vigil to the end.

No one left and no one came on the bare platform. The stars cried out in grief. But no one could hear. The sun rose. The black became crimson. The world was left, lifeless. Black. And crimson. And silent.

No one left and no one came on the bare platform.

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The Lonely Recluse

Open Your Eyes

•April 9, 2020 • 24 Comments

Frank over a Dverse has challenged us to write a septet, a seven line poem, drawing to mind the perfection of that number. I felt I would make things a bit harder for myself, 7 line of 7 syllables must surely be more perfect. Go check out other people’s approaches to this prompt https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/09/the-perfect-seven-lines/

The only problem was I didn’t have a clue where to start. The muse was not playing ball for writing from scratch. So I opened a rather dusty folder on my pc, the folder that unfinished poems get relegated to, never to be finished. I opened the first title that looked interesting, (dated 24th October 2012) and found the first two lines of this poem (in a slightly different form). They seemed so fitting for everything that’s going on at the moment. The human world holds its breath, yet the birdsong is the loudest I can remember it. Anyway, on to the poem

If your eyes see what’s around
Beauty and wonder are found
In the tree and in the bush
Cooing dove and singing thrush
The world is so full of life
Despite the chaos and strife
There is hope still to be found

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The Lonely Recluse

Timeless

•April 2, 2020 • 9 Comments

A musing on how the Covid lockdown is affecting me. I ended up at a friend’s house, so all I have to do is cook, clean, garden, look after rabbits and study, while they do their frontline work.
I realised I lost a day today, time seems to have so little meaning at the moment, there is sunrise, I wake up, I study, I eat, I garden, I cook, I study some more, I read, I sleep, rinse, repeat. The routine doesn’t need names for days.
As an aside, I’ve ended up referencing Blake again, but it seemed to fit the poem so well.
Uploaded for DVerse OLN, go check it out https://dversepoets.com/2020/04/02/openlinknight-263/

The sun rises,
The sun sets,
But time stands
still

An oasis,
In the mist,
Of all the
chaos

Study time,
Digging time,
Time just stands
meaningless

In the palm
Of our hand
We just hold
infinity

The sun rises,
The sun sets,
But time stands
still

I hope this poem finds you well in the chaos. Enjoy and please feel free to comment,
The Lonely Recluse