Embracing Nature: A Quadrille on Morning Hints

Quadrille #216 – Can You Take a Hint?

Subtle hints.
#quadrille, #naturescall, #poetry,

 Morning suns’ frosty glints,
This son subtly hints.
At the quality of the print.

On.

Invites to a sick day,
Out and about from decay,
Nature’s call to play.

Now.

Mind forced into frown,
Work calling us into town,
Lets’ Run before we drown.

©27/01/2025 rog leach

welcome to another #qudrille monday @ #dversepoetspub todays word of choice is “hint”

Hello Darkness

Meet the bar positively through negation

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.

© 23/01/2025 rog leach
*Credit to Pablo Neruda 
+Credit to Paul Simon and Art Garfunckle.

Paper round!

Poetics: For the love of the broadsheet

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.

Monday evening joy,
Wash them hands! dinners waiting,
Siblings crashing in from their evening rounds,
Homework before bath, before warmth of bed,
Home to face the crazy and the love of my family.
© 21/01/2025 rog leach

Blue Margins

Mohssin Amghar’s blue is silent.

Diving into Margins

Blue margins!

#margins, #loneliness, #blue, #dversepoetspub.


Standing in the cold blue margins,
Thinking, follow the gull, out to sea.


Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
Knowing the darkness of empty loneliness.


Standing in the cold blue margins,
Marginally better with the breeze in my face.


Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
On the edge of sanity, the black dog barks.
	


Standing in the cold blue margins,
Leaving my clothing on the beach.



Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
Following the gull out to sea.

Standing in the cold blue margins,
Not the place for me.

Craving the cold blue sea breeze,
Until I find warmth of love.


© 14/01/2025 rog leach

thanks Dora @ #dversepoetrypub today in the poetics prompt we are about margins.

Dance of feathers

Art in Nature

Raggina bird of paradise photo by Michael Sammit

Dance of Feathers.
#dversepoetrypub, #berkopoetrysociety, #nature'

Dance you say,
what tune?

Above me only cloud,
Below us only hu-man waste,
Piled up for all to see.

Dance you say,
what tune?

About me plumes of fumes,
Swirling under wings,
Thickening the air we breathe.

Dance you say,
what tune?

Abortions of man fill my home,
Defiling my feathers, my young,
And our health.


Dance you say,
what tune?


No more shall we share,
Feathers with which, to decorate,
Their hats etc, etc, etc,

The tune of paradise,
All squarks, chirps and fluttering,
Returns after fashion. 

Our feathers of many a hue,
No longer accessible,
For your beatification.

1st © 29/12/2024 rog leach
2nd © 07/01/2025

thanks Melissa for a great prompt. i have reworked a poem written for the first meeting of 2025 for the Berkhamsted poetry society https://www.berkhamsted-poetry-society.com/ of which I am a member. which was to write a piece from the point of view of an animal.