Month: Aug 2024

Poem 278 – Completed

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A poem a day for a month to get back in the habit.
Today the last one, I made it to the end
(except for last night’s, a post midnight Cinderella….)
A chance to reflect, look back on the day’s events.
A chance to vent and work through accumulated
feelings, across the spectrum of joy to sorrow.
A chance to say this is who I am. Me.
A poem a day for August succeeded, all thirty one.

For me, August is a calmer month than others, with more space to think and do other things. At the start of the month, I set myself the challenge of getting back into the habit of writing a daily poem. With this one, it is complete.
(31.08.24)

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Poem 275 – A Day in Haiku

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Does TV beckon?
Time travel thirty-two years
Serve at the foodbank

Write a daily thought
Prepare a final goodbye
Do Toddler accounts

Cook veggie curry
Stick to a difficult no
Tidy the kitchen

Reflect on Greenbelt
Catch up with the family
Write today’s poem

It’s been a varied and busy day, not unusual in my line of work (church minister). When trying to write a poem a day, on days like this the haiku comes to the rescue. Here are four of them.
(28.08.24)

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Poem 274 – What’s On The Box?

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This programme may contain…
…violence
…scenes of a sexual nature
…strong language from the start
…flashing lights, predictable plots, and wobbly sets
…nuts
…a former contestant from a singing competition
…actors you’ve seen in something else but you can’t remember what
…someone who appeared in Casualty once
…people whose diction is difficult to follow
…advert breaks at inappropriate moments
…a cliffhanger that makes you scream in frustration
…a moment that makes you shout, ‘Yes!’ in celebration
…a twist that you’ll share in the office tomorrow
…characters that become an inspiration
…a theme tune you’ll be singing for weeks
…revelations that will change a nation
…an institution the country will gather around
…tomorrow’s nostalgia today

Inspired by the warning at the beginnings of TV dramas and our personal Gogglebox conversation.
(27.08.24)

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Poem 273 – Home

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Sleeping bag grappled.
Tent dried and packed,
along with a random item to be
rediscovered next time.
Rubbish disposed of,
green and not.
Excess taken to the foodbank.
Car sought in a car park
stripped to the bare essentials.
Give thanks when I find it.
Satnav set for ‘Home’.
Strange, this is home too.
A porcelain toilet will be nice though
and a proper cup of tea.
The wristband stays on,
I’m not quite ready yet
to say goodbye.

Greenbelt’s over for another year, and what a cracking weekend it was, despite having four seasons in as many days!
(26.08.24)

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Poem 272 – Bridging

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This morning we broke bread with you.
This bread, freshly baked beforehand,
was tossed from one to another until
we all had enough to eat; a modern-
day feeding of the five thousand.

It was an unexpected twist,
this rugby ball distribution that
worked so magnificently, hilariously.
I laughed until I realised that
I could not toss Christ’s bread to you.

I could not toss it because of the wall
that stood between us, the wall from which
your enlarged face appeared and spoke.
I could not toss it because of the shrinking perimeter penning you in your home.

Remember the collapse of the Berlin Wall?
Walls can be bridged, dismantled, toppled,
but what can bridge the gap between us?
Only the outstretched bread of Christ,
the refusal to be enemies.

The biggest event at Greenbelt is the Sunday morning communion service. This morning it was supposed to be led by Daoud Nassar from Bethlehem. Sadly he could not join us, increased illegal settler activity around his farm, ‘The Tent of Nations,’ meant that he felt he had to stay. Instead he joined by live link, speaking from a large video screen. He and family refuse to respond to the threat with violence and instead seek to withstand peacefully, with the words ‘we refuse to be enemies’ emblazoned on their wall.
https://tentofnations.com/
(25.08.24)

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Poem 271 – Greenbelt Snapshots

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Dragonflies flitting round the poet
A daughter dancing in the glade
Steam rising from the canopy
Shelter sought and thinking remade

Floral dresses accompanied by wellies
A speaker on Zoom surprised by the loos
Unexpected powercuts
A God who leaves us free to choose

Familiar faces seen once a year
Lost stories found in glorious song
The wind and rain at last dismissed
Joyous epiphany, here comes the sun

Snapshots from the last couple of days at Greenbelt. The weather continues to be a feature, but I’m optimistic that the wet and wind is more past us.
(24.08.24)

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Poem 270 – Lilian’s Boast

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Last night was the night
that the storm came to town
shouting, ‘I’ll huff and I’ll puff,
and I’ll blow your tent down!’
But we weren’t deterred
by the threats that she made
we gathered here regardless
ignored her tirade.
So she huffed, and she puffed,
with all of her might,
she blew at the tent,
through all of the night,
it wibbled and wobbled
like one of mum’s jellies,
it lost all its structure
like a middle aged belly,
but every single time
that she thought she had won
it would pop right back up
to the place it’d begun!

Storm Lilian visited Greenbelt last night, with 40mph winds. The star this morning is a slow one as the site is made safe – much festival kit was not put up beforehand just in case. It’s not going to put use off though!
(23.08.24)

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Poem 269 – Anticipation

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The tent is up, pegged square and neat,
the sun for now my companion.
I am relieved, there’s nothing worse
than setting up when it is raining.
The wind is twitchy. Like a restless
child, it can’t sit still, but worries
at the tent. I worry too.
Somewhere that butterfly has flapped
its wings and storms conspire.
The canvas flexes but holds for now,
an intake of breath before.
Inside it sounds a little like
the sea washing at the shore.
I close my eyes content and rest
awhile in hopeful anticipation.

I’ve arrived for my annual pilgrimage to Greenbelt Festival. We’re promised the whole array of English weather! Although I’m a little worried about high winds, I’m really looking forward to what’s in store.
(22.08.24)

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