27 Sept 2011

A Trying Triolet


The age old art of writing rhyme 
a poet’s fond endeavour,
can take unconscionable time
the age old art of writing rhyme;
he seeks perfection with each line
though he achieve it never,
the age old art of writing rhyme,
a poet’s fond endeavour.


I couldn't resist posting this ready made triolet when I saw that Grace had chosen the form for her Imaginary Garden post, and inspiration for a new one was lacking today - although I may add another later, if the muse strikes. Stranger things have happened...

And here is mark two, already. The muse must have been listening...

If words decide they must be heard
all poets have to pay them heed;
we know writing can't be deferred,
if words decide they must be heard.
They sing as sweet as any bird
rejoicing, as from cage it's freed...
If words decide they must be heard
all poets have to pay them heed.

26 Sept 2011

Says It All, Really...


A tongue in cheek offering for Magpie Tales this week - sorry, Tess!

24 Sept 2011

Fact Or Fantasy?

When Alice tumbled down the rabbit hole, the last thing she expected to encounter was David Attenborough in the midst of his latest quest for the Easter Bunny.

This flight of fancy is in answer to Poetry Jam's request for something nobody knew about before, whether in myth or fiction. By a strange coincidence, I have captured the astonishing story in 160 characters, which will no doubt please Monkey Man, too. Nobody can accuse me of not being economical - either with the truth, or the words...
And Haiku Heights have the word 'lost' for today, so I couldn't resist adding an offering for that, inspired by the same graphic..

Alice lost balance
and found an unexpected
world awaitng her.