Restart the old

Happy New Year!

This was written for dverse haibun challenge on jan4th 2021.

https://dversepoets.com/tag/haibun/

The crisp new beginning I had hoped for at the end of 2018 started well. 2019 went to plan giving me anew job with fresh challenges. The crisp new beginning I had and hoped would grow fell to pieces in 2020’s pandemic. My new colleagues helping my creative juices to flow until this beast called COVID-19 squished my hope therein.

Mid 2020 being ejected into the wilderness of my 8th redundancy. Followed by dinner at a distance with old friends. Catching up with those moving on, wishing them luck I do. Moving backwards to fill the void they leave behind.

This my first piece of 2021 holds the hope for another crisp new beginning. To the old friends and colleagues, I re-joined. After two years in the wilderness, I started anew with old friends bringing new ideas to the old ways. When all is well again and the vaccine has won. These old friends will join me in my new adventure of taking my poetry to the open mics of 2021 and beyond.

SNOW MENACES! FRESH MUSE

NEW START WITH OLD FRIENDS WELCOME

HOPE REJUVENATED!

JAN2021 ROGLEACH

Strange smiles

Strange smiles

Strangers are wicked people

Smiles ugly out in the rain

Strangers faces unwanted

Smiling strangers non faces

Strange when you’re a stranger

Smiling faces unwanted

Strange people are ugly wicked

26/11/2020

A Pleiades poem Written under the influence of The Doors.

#dverseopenlinknight21/1/2021

Open Link #282 – LIVE Edition

Poetry not allowed

Poetics – Exploring Gothic as a Literary Genre (Step into the realm with me)

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This evenings prompt at dversepub gothic poetry got me wondeing how i would feel if poetry was a taboo. and then was frowned apon. this poem was the result.

Poetry not allowed

My blood lust for poetry rises,

Driving me past the night’s moonrise,

Nictophilia devours my feelings,

For those living in the light,

The night Hungers turning me cannable,

In the shadows cast by the moon,

My suppers blood evaporating into red mist,

The blood mist keeping their ghosts nearby,

As I dip my pen into my dark heart,

Contemplating their anti-poetry stance,

Trying to find the kindness in my poem’s darkness,

As they haunt my dreams of the light.

15/12/20 rog leach for dverse poets pub prompt