Pushy Cat
Pushy cat
White and black
Head rubbing
Lap loving
Deep purr
Soft fur
Pushy cat
I love you back
Penny Szentkuti
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Poem of the Day
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Five
four
three two wonder.
Count down to question, speculate, think.
Imagine and ponder, let your mind wander
down winding pathways right to the brink.
Over the edge is the not knowing dark
but out there you’ll find
the spark!
the spark!
Penny Szentkuti
Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #17
Penny said: I am teaching a unit on space at the moment and indeed pondering on how much we don’t know and how we have to be brave and imaginative enough to spend time in the ‘not knowing’ to make new discoveries.
Poem of the Day
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Playground
It’s a zip line from the sky,
A flying fox of joy,
A slippery dip of shiny warmth
For every girl and boy.
Swing out to touch the sunbeams,
Spin ’round to chase the light.
Run and duck and climb and jump
To catch the sun’s delight.
Penny Szentkuti
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #15
Penny said: I am heavily influenced by the weather. Sunshiny days are the best medicine. As soon as I thought about my audience – children – this poem just flowed joyfully out.
Poem of the Day
2 CommentsPoint to point
I got in a pickle the other day.
It was olive green
and bumpy skinned
and smelled quite strong
but I went along for the ride
even though it was damp and drippy inside
just so I could wink and say
I got in a pickle the other day.
Penny Szentkuti
Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #32
Penny said: This was a train of thought poem – see how I did that? – and I can’t quite get off the track now that I’ve got that image of riding in a pickle. I must have been influenced too by the heavy advertising at the moment about point to point transport.
Poem of the Day
4 CommentsFrangipani
by Penny Szentkuti
Frangipani
Grows, guerilla-planted, by the footpath.
How does a stick thrust
Into the dirt
Just grow?
Kicking into life,
Leaning into light,
Making the most of
Night rain,
Of morning dew.
Putting down roots
Quietly
Reaching down to grasp
Soil,
To hold the earth steadily
Until
Velvet furls of leaf appear,
Waking now above, as below.
- Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #11: Write and Alphabet Poem.
Penny says: I enjoy constraints when writing poetry so I don’t feel overwhelmed by the task, so this prompt appealed to me. I’ve been observing a beautiful deep pink frangipani outside my place for several weeks and it was a delight to explore that with words. I like how I was forced to split phrases which increased the emphasis on some words and ideas.
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