Thanks Bjorn for tonight’s Quadrille prompt @ #dversepoets pub. Snow is always a fun write.
Snow revolution.
#Quadrille
Snow way to revolt,
Smothered in silence of white.
Snow way to revolt,
Ankle deep in blizzards icy drift!
Snow way to revolt,
With only an army of snow angles.
Only way to a revolution,
Is down the snowy path of education.
Teaching peace.
11/12/2023 rog leach
Snow filled mind.
Dear diary: – Here I sit with a snow filled mind.
Watching from the Window out onto snow covered branches of my memories’. It is rare for the sun to shine and highlighting face’s I once knew. Loneliness and fear my only companions now. Sometimes others are with me who I feel I should know, their faces familiar but forgotten.
Sitting in my coat watching from the blizzard that is taking my mind. Craving the company of those faces I can no longer recall. Knowing I was where I am when the snow began is of no comfort to me. Language is starting to elude me so ow I must say goodbye, as the snow blizzard now fills my waking thoughts. Sitting in my coat at the window wishing to be warm again.
I only wish I knew my name here at my end.
This is a 144-word flash fiction of how I would imagine it is like to pass from any form of dementia. It is written in memory of those who have been taken by one form or another.
It is based on the poem “the dead of winter” by Samual Menashe the line “I was where I am when the snow began” is taken from this poem. Some of the other lines echo the poem.
Thanks Merrill.@ #dversepoets pub for kick starting me with this prompt. Been meaning to write something like this for a while.
© 04/12/2023 rog leach
SKETCHY. Imposter they should shout, But they don’t. Sketchy feeling imposter I feel, But not to them. Hiding under mighty oak, Small acorn drops. From which mighty oak grew, Learning all the way. Imposter they say! No, you’re not, The poet imposter I still feel. © 27/11/2023 rog leach
Hi all this evening we have been prompted here @ #dversepoetspub to write a quadrille using the word #sketch. after a visit to an open mic last night full of talented musicians playing around me. all I had to offer was some spoken word I felt like an imposter. but was very warmly received.
this evening @ #dversepoetspub we have discussed letter writing. so here is what I imagined mother nature d ask from santa. not quite a poem
Mother nature
Planet earth,
21/11/2023
Dear santa,
My dearest friend I must apologise for the bad behaviour of the human race.
My wish list for this year is simple.
No more gifts for any of mankind,
they are on the naughty list,
New homes for those he has displaced,
A rejection of man’s war and destruction,
Peace and joy to all.
With love,
Mother N
Ps take a break from trying to spread love. you have paid your dues in full
Pss man no longer deserves it.
Ppss Come back only when he has learnt how to love.
MN
#avacado, #jalapeno, #limericks, #squeeze
happy guacamole day #dversepoetspub.
GREEN JALAPENOS. I once ate a Smokey Jalapeno, Thinking I had swallowed a volcano, Then I ate an avocado, Still full of bravado, Until firing of an arse torpedo. Giving my belly a hell of a squeeze, Making those around me sneeze, Thanks, my kosher lunch, Making noses bunch, Leaving my neighbours to wheeze. © 14/11/2023 rog leach
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