First year of poems:
Three hundred and sixty five
Taking baby steps
They might not have been written daily, but that’s a year’s worth done. I’m definitely still finding my way, trying things out, a toddler of verse, but I’m having a lot of fun doing so.
(26.11.24)
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Sophie’s magic trick
“Masquerading as a male”
Fools Magic Circle
9th December 1991, the Magic Circle finally allowed women to join their ranks, only to find that one already had! Sophie Lloyd, disguised as Raymond, had earned her place. With the decision of the Circle she revealed her true identity, and was promptly kicked out… Now, the Circle is trying to find her again, in order to invite her back.
(12.11.24)
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We’re on the road to…
Somewhere, but we don’t quite know
Exactly where yet!
The second day of our church movement’s annual conference is done, and so am I – I help run it and only ever make it through with a combination of adrenaline, caffine and prayer! We’re on a journey over the three days of thinking about where we’ve come from, where we are, and where we might be heading next.
(29.10.24)
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No celebrations.
No cake, no song, no parties.
No progress. No hope?
One year on from the massacre that sparked the current violent spiral in the Middle East.
(07.10.24)
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ONE day left to go,
TWO hours, in truth, give or take,
THREE lines to countdown….
It’s National Poetry Day tomorrow. This year’s theme is Counting. I’d better get this posted before the second line becomes inaccurate!
https://forwardartsfoundation.org/national-poetry-day/
(02.10.24)
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There’s no time to stop
Everything’s happening now
Better get moving!
A haiku on the move.
(25.09.24)
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Twice we tried to flee
Both times the darkness claimed us
We remain there still
Our gaming group met tonight and tried our hands at Escape the Dark Castle. Unfortunately we didn’t….
(17.09.24)
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Flows through my fingers
I cannot grasp it’s currents
My poem’s unsaid
Ran out of time today….
(30.08.24)
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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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Temperature plummets
and so whimsical winter
makes.poetic.snows
This was actually written way back before ‘Poem 1‘, but using what3words to locate my car and tent at Greenbelt reminded me of it. The gates and signposts in Lea Valley have what3words identifiers on them to help locate them. One not far from us is the magical ‘makes.poetic.snows‘. This was begging to be put in verse (but hopefully not into practice, not too soon anyway…)
(01.09.23)
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Ode for the Day 