boating afterlife.

tonight we have been prompted to write about sailing/boating fun on the water. which reminds me of an older poem about the building of the grand union canal local to me. which was built between 1894 and 1929.

Navvies song

Poetics: Sail into a Poem
boating afterlife

the boat picture was a sad sight would cycle past it most days a couple of summers age. slowly getting more sad looking and more graffiti covered before it was removed.

Boating afterlife!



Broken and adrift my hearts desire lost,

Once I dreamt of a life afloat,

Roaming the inland waterways.



My life taken before I was ready,

Broken and adrift my body left for dead,

Never to roam the inland waterways.



My bow and sterne once of stunning colour,

My tiller once of solid oak, now rotting,

Broken and graffitied never shall I,

Roam the inland waterways again.



Roaming the inland waterways,

Once I dreamt of a life afloat,

Broken and adrift my hearts desire.



© 06/02/2024 rog leach

imagine #quadrille

Come play with me!

hello tonight’s #dversepoetspub quadrille prompt is imagine. Thanks Lillian, my mind also went straight to John Lennon’s song of the same title. I have included another version of the song which I find extremely moving because of all those from around the world that are included it’s production bringing together those from around the world.

Imagined.



Many things humanity may have imaged,

Their own island? Really!

Great riches? Really!

Grand houses? Really!

Fast cars? Really!

Winning wars? REALLY!



Many things truly required,

Mother nature’s embrace!

Food for all!

Homes for every living thing!

Peace and love for all!

Just imagine.



© 05/02/2024 rog leach


This is my interpretation of such a classic.

Remember

OpenLinkNight #355
sand in odd places
Remember (walking in the sand).

(a poem inspired by the Shangri-La’s song of the same name)



Do you, you remember the days,

Days of sand, sun, sex and Shangri-La.

Do you remember the sand,

In places where sand should not get.

Do you remember the hot sun,

On our naked bodies as we lay on the sand,

Hand in hand, close.



Do you remember the steamy sex,

Making the earth move,

 As other strangers, 

Passed by unawares.





Do you remember the Shangri-la’s

Singing all about,

 Walking in the sand as we orgasmed together.





I remembered that one-night stand,

The best of many, Mary!



 I Remember, 
Walking in the sand under holiday skies.

A holiday romance never ever to forget!
with a stranger many years past.





© rog leach 27/01/2024

just a quick hello to all at #dversepoetspub



winter sunrise

winter sunrise

picture taken Sunday morning on y early morning walk to my local bakery. 

Winter sunrise.



Out I wonder to find today’s loaf of choice. The hat is on, my hands stuffed into my big coat’s pockets. My breath misting and showing itself, warm out cold in. The suns first rays bounce of the clouds above making me reach for the camera within my phone.



Slowing down my pace to lake in the stunning sky reflected on wet road. Among the sleeping homes the sun calls and the birds sing, as I quietly pass thinking am I the only one awake on such a wonderous Sunday morning.



Orange, red and gold,

Good morning to one and all,

Now breath and enjoy life.





© 29/01/2024 rog leach

over at the #dversepoetspub tonight we are talking about the act of breathing.
thanks to Frank for this great Hai bun prompt.



https://dversepoets.com/2024/01/29/haibun-monday-1-29-24-breath/