No nose wrinkled, one cause even tempers, Were you here crone? During our summer, Fairy name use means flowers arose, Near people can remove magic for sure. Fairy vocals rise in song, Crow verses hoarse, see the light to renew, Assume nothing, Once van delivers sum-mer, Aware that the caves are haunted, Fairy voices rise into sea shanties, Over cream teas.
Hello all here @#dversepoetspub we are creating poems from the words on some opticians test sheets. the words being nose-one-cause-even were-crone-our-summer name-use-means-arose near-can-remove-sure crow-verse-see-renew assume-once-van-sum aware-caves-sea-cream
the challenge being to pick one, two or all the words in order and create appoem fro them.
thanks Bjorn for an interesting challenge here @ #dversepoetspub.
The line you shared from Pablo Neruda’s Sonnet 17 ” I love you as certain dark things are to be loved.” it truly intrigued me. it also got me thinking of a version of The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle by the rock group Disturbed. with the line “Hello Darkness my old friend.”
Darkness negated.
Hello darkness my old friend,+ Your embrace my home for so long, I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,* Watching those who dwell in the light of love.
Every Monday the blues beckon, Tedium’s embrace my home for so long, I love the comfort of the home tedium supplied, Never trying to keep up with the Joneses.
Cliché expectations always grate, Chaos’s embrace greats my mind daily, Loving the calm after storms chaos, Watching the storms power from within.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,* Cliché expectations always grate, Every Monday the blues beckon, Hello darkness my old friend.+
Never trying to keep up with the Joneses, Watching those who dwell in the light of love.
today @ #dversepoetrypub we are waxing lyrically about newspaper.
only one wat to go for me back to the Monday evenings of my early teenage years delivering the local rag.
A cut and paste poem, I created for a poetry workshop (David Bowie influenced).
Paper round. #poetry, #dversepoetspub, #childhood,
Monday, bloody Monday, Legs aching, mind reeling, School bags haphazardly dumped, Uniform into the wash, calls mum, Out to face the weather with numb fingers.
Monday evening blues, Legs aching, heart sinking, Paper round bags collected, Walking shoes rubbing, Out to face the grumpy old gits with barking dogs.
Monday evening niggles, Legs aching, belly grumbling, Paper bag empty and returned, First wages burning holes in pocket, Newspaper print, all over hands.
perspective poetry 
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