Good Morning,
This weeks prompt is dragons.
Let’s make it friendly dragons.
What can you write?
Please send poems to:
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Cheers
Jeanie
Good Morning,
This weeks prompt is dragons.
Let’s make it friendly dragons.
What can you write?
Please send poems to:
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Cheers
Jeanie
Why must there be a tunnel?
(I’m tired of well-meaning metaphors!)
Why must there be a tunnel,
With light a distant dot?
Light is all around us;
It’s tunnels we ain’t got.
Why must there be a glass?
Seems strange to measure hope.
Hope is never half or full,
It’s plentiful in scope.
Have you ever found a bottle that was lying on the sand?
Did you ever find a note in it and hold it in your hand?
Did you ever, ever wonder, who had written such a note,
As you struggled to decipher what the unknown writer wrote?
Do not worry if you haven’t. It is something rather rare,
Since most bottles found on beaches come from fools, who left them there,
Where some unsuspecting person, that could well be you or me,
Finds them broken, or half buried, in a way that’s hard to see.
If you should find a bottle lying somewhere in the sand,
Get your Mum or Dad to check it, so that no-one cuts their hand,
Or the feet that will be needed when it’s taken to the bin.
So unless you see a note in it, please go and drop it in.
WHAT THE DINO SAW
(in the Library)
Oh no! I can’t believe it.
I’m not in any books.
It’s such a shame because I have
such stunning dino looks.
I know I’m on the small side –
the time warp is to blame –
I shrank across the centuries
I passed through as I came
to see the distant future-
to see how Earth would change.
But what a shock this gives me-
something’s really strange
for all my friends are listed here
but there’s no sign of me.
I’m in a state of crisis
with no identity.
It’s bad enough to realise
the dinos all died out.
But who am I? What does it mean?
I think, yet I’m in doubt.
My world has crumbled round me.
I’ll make this quite succinct-
Instead of never having been,
I’d rather be extinct.
© Kate O’Neil
https://michellehbarnes.blogspot.com/2018/04/dmc-what-dino-saw-when-he-visited.html
I am on this journey,
Colliding with the stars,
I’ve passed many planets,
Including Mars.
My mind is just racing,
As I fly on by,
I pass Jupiter,
Before I say goodbye.
I hold on to Saturn’s rings,
Uranus, Neptune are in sight,
I continue to fly on by,
Pluto’s further to the right.
Comets are coming toward me,
I just duck around,
I continue on my journey,
Never touching ground.
I look out to the black hole,
Which I need to miss,
For falling down that tunnel
Would catapult me to abyss.
I turn around, head for home,
Back to Earth for me,
And pass the planets coming back,
And then it’s Earth I see.
I return home again,
And I’m safe and sound,
Feeling very blessed,
As my feet land on the ground.
This week let’s think Dinosaurs!
What can you write?
Please send poems to:
poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com
Cheers
Jeanie
Fantasy pet
She’s a baby T-Rex and she comes from the past
when the dinosaurs wandered the land.
Having dodged certain death from a meteor blast,
she now squats in the palm of my hand
Unaware she’s the luckiest creature alive,
she cavorts round the yard like a pup.
In my dreams, she continues to grow and to thrive.
In my nightmares, she gobbles me up.
Dark Emu
A negative space
of no stars
surrounded by the Milky Way
There is a story that goes with it
but I cannot tell it you
It belongs to another
It is negative space, too
a story-space but
I have nothing to fill it