Eight players striving
To beat the other seven;
Only one can win.
Through laughter, they discover,
All emerge victorious.
A riotous evening of 6 Nimmt.
(31.07.25)
© Ben Quant 2025
Tanka
Poem 458 – Corbitt’s House
Poem 449 – Sunday Afternoon
Sitting together
Around the dining table
Each doing their thing.
And yet we’re still united,
Trading tales and sharing air.
Sunday late afternoon, enjoying working alongside each other.
(09.03.25)
© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
Poem 448 – Hertfordshire Chain Walk Pt. 2
Nine mile loop on foot
Through woods, fields and viaducts.
Above model planes
And red kites glide the thermals.
Back just as the Sun goes down.
After lunch we decided to go back and do the second loop of the Hertfordshire Chain Walk, knowing that we would be getting to the car as the sun went down. No time to hang around!
(08.03.25)
© Ben Quant 2025
Poem 437 – Poem Generator
Randomly select
poetic form and metre.
Dash with rhyme to taste.
Liberally add simile
then sprinkle with emotion.
I wasn’t sure what to write about tonight, and so I wrote about that…
(25.02.25)
© Ben Quant 2025
Photo by Possessed Photography on Unsplash
Poem 355 – The Cusp
Like learning to ride
With stabilisers removed,
Our world is wobbling,
Caught between losing control
And new equilibrium.
The days are shorter, leaves have fallen, and the temperature is dropping as we transition from autumn to winter. This is not the only change in the air.
(This poem is an attempt at a tanka, a Japanese form, like a haiku, but with lines of 5, 7, 5, 7, 7 syllables.)
(16.11.24)
Ode for the Day 