A Haiku For Now...

Lost bee scours garden

Skims by pollen spent flowers

Lost in poetry.

Poetry Shared

This will be my last post. I promised a last poem. I wrote 'Vase' as part of my OU A215 course poetry, with the theme of life. It is my best to date and my favourite...

Vase

Lilies dropping pollen;
Like blood stains
On white sheets.

Gerberas wilting faces
Shrivelling up
Like dead leaves.

Dehydrated they drink
The vase of tap water
Like a drip.

To any reading my blog - I thank you...

With very best wishes,

Ali

Cornflower Blue and Lavender Too

I've got the May blues. In my garden that is...cornflowers, bluebells, forget-me-nots and wild-flower.

Looking round the garden at all the hues of blue, reminded me of a nursery rhyme I once loved.  But can't now remember all the words. I had a book of rhymes, again where it is I have no idea. I remember it's pictures and it's pages that I glossed over through my childhood. This is the first line;

'Lavender's blue, dilly dilly, lavender's green'

But no it's not blue or green. Lavender is purple blue, lilac and white in the garden centres and I'm sure I've seen a pinkie purple one too.

I don't have any lavender out at the moment - too early, but here's some from last year...

Lovely, lovely  lavender
Flower, scent - all parts
To bathe in your beauty,
Essential purity
To heal wounded hearts.

Poem for January

Spirit

I am not here

I am dead:

In mind

Not in body,

No head space

Taken too much 

By others cares,

Not intended; ended. 

My intention was

Not this way.

Poetry Freeze - 'Ice Magic'

We had our first heavy frost this morning. Winter is here.

I thought I'd share a wintry poem that I wrote; for one of my A215 last course assessments. If you are thinking of studying Creative Writing, I can highly recommend the Open University course A215 (see here for details).

Anyhow, here is my poem for winter and Christmas time. I like the centred view on this poem; as I think it looks (a bit) like the shape of a Christmas tree...

 Ice Magic

A scattering of

flaking sky,

a splash of dust

like icing sugar

dropped without sieving.

Falling softly like fondant,

scattering white wherever it wants to.

A fleece blanket of cold marshmallow

Ice.

Nature haiku

I wrote this haiku whilst waiting for a hospital appointment the other day. After four drafts and a final edit tonight I have come up with this...


Sharp like a bee sting
Bramble: thorns prick my finger
As bee draws nectar.

Things That Help Me Write

I had a 'Rant' published before in a great magazine for women called Mslexia. They are running a little magazine alongside it and I must subscribe at some point. I used to; then as said before on my blog things happen and writing got put on the 'backburner' so to speak.
You can see their website here https://www.mslexia.co.uk/. I have entered competitions and sent work and they are very good at letting you know outcomes and if you get work published you get a free magazine, as well as whatever the payment is. I got £20 last year and was so chuffed I photographed the cheque (very sad but true). It really gave me a massive boost after what was then eight years of rejection and nothing. It was real publishing as it should be and I hope to send more work there in the future. What I am trying to say here is:

'Don't ever give up'...

Poetry; Love Rose

I love poems. Both writing and reading them that is.
Here is my 'rose' themed poem. Written as an alliterative love poem on my course.

'Rose Thorns Pierce Hearts'

Your beauty eludes me totally.
Your scent overpowers me sensually.
Your perfect petals are like 
butterflies wings.

Grouped in a huddle

like an awkward cuddle.

Rusty red, pretty pink

or for forever; frosty white.

Your touch tickles my cheeks

as I hold back a sneeze; ‘Piriteze'

medication muddles my love.

I am soft as a silk pillow in your embrace.

You’re as sickly as strawberry 'Roses'.