Memories In Winter

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Winter bites
As every year
The bite forgotten
Through summer’s haze
Until sharp teeth
Pierce skin and bone
And warmth becomes the memory

Yet memories belong to us
As we see it now
As it was then

Yet, maybe, it wasn’t

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

English Haiku – #15

NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo2016 – Day 29 (not to prompt but prompted by the prompt!)

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Time took breezes down
Alleyways of past content
Smiling all the while

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© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

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The Prompt: “Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem based on things you remember.”

Of Memories and Feathers

For NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2016 – Day 7 (to prompt)
Today’s prompt is to write a Tritina (see below for the explanation).

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Lightly dusted feathers
Memories of moments past
Left dwindling in dark places

Carried from their places
Drawn by flights of other feathers
Crooning gently from their gestational past

As time now leaves behind all past
Bemoaning echoes of lost places
Asking nothing new from feathers

Yet feathers still collect the past and hide now in new places

© Copyright 2016 Robin McShane

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“The tritina is a shorter cousin to the sestina, involving three, three-line stanzas, and a final concluding line. Three “end words” are used to conclude the lines of each stanza, in a set pattern of ABC, CAB, BCA, and all three end words appear together in the final line.”

For added fun I created a repetitive pattern for the first letter of each line in each stanza plus other technical patterns – I’m sure you can spot them! Let me know if you do….

I know… I’m nuts!:)

 

 

 

Music Wanders In

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Music wanders in,
Lyrical, smooth, suave,
Fills all nooks and crannies,
Smokingly, it carries.

Altering home and hearth,
Music wanders in,
Atmosphere and feeling,
Hurt and pain to healing.

Lyrical, smooth and suave,
Voices loud and hollow,
Music wanders in,
Making memories to follow.

A door can’t keep it out,
It flows just where it will,
Above, without, within
Music wanders in.

Music wanders in,
Lyrical, smooth and suave,
Flow with rhythm, bounce with grace
Discordant harmonies give chase.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Ode to Treasure – Poetry 201 – Day 8

Sliding smoothly open,
Exposing spoils and pieces
Of so many years,
Resting in repose,
Rarely moved, just
Glanced over in the search for
A specific item nurtured in your nest.

Ah! How do I misuse you,
Abuse you,
Expect you to be there,
Forever working,
Forever available,
Giving access, open, bare.

Inside I find the precious ring,
Hidden, stuck behind a ‘thing’
(I wonder what that is?).
The bluest cloth unwraps,
Revealing this specialty.
Memories flood back,
Threatening to engulf the moment,
Past colouring present,
Folding then into now.
Smiling, I raise you to the sun,
There glints the precious heart,
Furious red buried in your turquoise hardened shell,
Clinched with golden clasp,
Blind ring below to complete the show,
Oh! How I wish it was still so,
The feelings that you bring,
Yet we all have moved
Onto better things…
Well different, at least!

A tear falls,
I drop you back
To the folded cloth of the past,
Bury you where no-one but me knows,
Within the nest of my favourite drawer,
Protected and safe,
Covered by that thing
(really, what is it?).

Shutting out the light,
I close the drawer,
Tenderly stroke the front,
Gingerly run a finger along
The gilt of a handle,
Though mostly taken for granted,
You still protect my treasures,
My tidbits and my baubles,
Never pausing to judge,
Always waiting to receive,
And to serve.

A treasure hiding treasure.

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© Copyright 2015 Robin McShane

Day 8’s design:
Prompt: Drawer
Form: Ode
Device: Apostrophe

Today, we talk to something (apostrophe) in a drawer, either describing it, celebrating it or exploring our relation to it (Ode). I’ve kind of done a double to both the drawer itself AND something within it – hope it works?
All comments and criticisms welcome!
Thanks…

Potluck – Poetry 201 – weekend

Potluck :
This weekend ‘s assignment, should you choose to accept it (ha ha!) is to read more poetry and post our favourite lines, verses, poets and explain why.  So (being as this tape may self-destruct in 20 seconds…), here’s to it! :
So many many great poems and poets to choose from – both past and present, and many here on WordPress! I am really enjoying, and grateful for and to, the writers this course has, and is, introducing me to! Plus all the friends and great writers I have met over the last year.
However, the first lines that always come to my mind, whenever poetry is mentioned, are these from William Blake’s ‘Auguries of Innocence’ :
“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour. ”

Simply for the memories.

Fish and Chips Please

Please bring me fish and chips,
On a day it doesn’t rain,
So I can see your face once more,
Share time with you again.

Don’t matter if it’s cod or hake,
Nor chips be cold and soggy,
Don’t matter if you know my name,
I’ll still feel sick and soppy.

A feeling from my past, you see,
How I used to long for you,
Yet hang my head in shame,
When you came into view.

Funny, now, to miss you so,
‘Membering furtive glances deep,
Hidden with so much meaning,
At least I’d like to think!

I still see your dimples
Raising lips above your teeth,
Your braces shining brightly,
Stainless steel beauty bequeath.

Stolen smiles and touches brief,
Young love in the making,
Until one day you moved away,
My heart and smile a-taking.

I lie here now, all old and frail,
My body near it’s end,
Then you come through the swinging doors,
All lightness, brightness, friend.

So, fish and chips will nicely do,
Bring back the times we shared,
Surrounded by nostalgic mist,
I’ll follow you anywhere.

Into the dark, into the light,
Wherever love will lead us,
We’ll hold our hands and raise a smile
And dare the world impede us!

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© Copyright November 2014 – Robin McShane

Experimental (Acrostic)

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Another Acrostic style! I had fun with it – do hope you enjoy it too! 🙂

Extolling virtues few possess
Xanadu in the wilderness
Performing tricks we know not what
Experiencing life in just one spot
Revolving fast then faster still
Images unpeeling spill
Memories of lives well lived
Expressed with pressure through the sieve
Never giving sway nor pain
Taking all there is to gain
Alive and well from this day forth
Living life for all we’re worth

© Copyright October 2014 – Robin McShane
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The picture is mine too folks!

Souls in Sand

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Temporary soles in sand,
Shifting, moving precious land,
Pressing grains into formation
Forcing their own representation

Until the next blast
Or wind
Or step

Then all will change
Moving on
Prints becoming
Naught but one

A memory of gathered soles
Picture perfect

All made whole

Different in form
Yet the same in format
In principle
In structure
At heart
At soul

The sole’s soul
Or the soul’s sole?

Temporarily created
By pathways routed
On a shifting base

Each grain whole

Yet, together a pattern
A form in being
For as long as it lasts.

Life in an hourglass
With no glass
No hour
No boundaries
But those which exist
In the moment
For the moment
A perfect unison

What a joy!

 

© Copyright Robin McShane – July 2014

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