how do the rivers know they ebb and flow over old sandbars where footprints come and go fresh today, gone tomorrow lost under the currents of time dreams grow below clouds of hazy rain leaving new watermarks in their shadows
Did you hear, during the night The sound of the full moon’s ambiance Oh, what a fantastic sight Embracing the world’s circumference With an aureola of light
I was tired and overwhelmed But now I’m positively feeling alright Knowing, I have my guiding light at the helm
Today’s poem is one of my verses made up of comments I posted on some of my fellow WordPress writers’ articles during the month … In stanza order, they are:
** The word “Sinuous” is the weekend challenge at Weekly Prompts. Please go and visit their fabulous siteby clicking on >> Here. I think my poem below could be classified as a “Sinuous Poem”
Who Owns Our “Promised Land”
We know it’s nature’s way Survival is not a showy ballet And birds don’t have holidays
The clever little penguins will display their true mettle When all the showy snowflakes finally settle They are going to resell their snowy wonderland Back to the ‘Promised Land’, for a million-grand
Shedding those old tacky masks Maybe a refractory task
Our perfection is impossible The dejection is horrible His resurrection is improbable
Rage is for the stage Fear is always near Release me, piece by piece
Ryan Stone [https://daysofstone.wordpress.com] introduced me to the poem format Musette back in September 2022, and today, I am reposting my first-ever attempt at writing a Musette.
“Musette” three verses first line – 2 syllables second line – 4 syllables third line – 2 syllables rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e the title reflects the poem’s content
Today I completed making two book display easels for my upcoming market bookstalls There happened to be some discarded timber lying on the ground at the building site next door. The tradesmen had finished the job a month ago and these sturdy slats of wood had been left behind.
“Waste not want not” “One man’s rubbish is another man’s treasure” “Opportunity knocks” “Fortune favours the brave”
My handyman’s mind clicked into gear and I drafted a rough sketch of my project I knew the size of the books I wanted to exhibit and I had all the appropriate tools in my shed
Remembering my dad’s trusted catchphrase “Measure twice, cut once” (and with my music playing) My creation, (and a few trial and error mistakes) gradually began to take shape.
Of course, there is nothing like a good coat of paint to cover up the defects and give my masterpiece that final seal of opaque professionalism!
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 