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Acrostic Poetry

Wistful

#writephoto #wistful

A wistful scene

She returned to the moor

every hill a passing memory

veils of tears ran down her face

each time she remembered the angry rant

now she had thrown the ring back at him

she was returning to her cottage – in pieces

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Acrostic Childhood Emotions Growing up Poetry

Cry

#Patriciasplace #fivelinesorless

Cut knee or broken heart

Reaction is still the same

Yelps of pain, followed by fallen tears

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Architecture IWM North Military Museum Poetry

Octpowrimo – Day 22 – Broken pieces

#Octpowrimo #Brokenpieces

Imperial War Museum North, Manchester UK (via the Inkwell), 22nd October 2019

How does someone express the act of war ?

take you through a hundred years

and tell that tale – that no one else can tell anymore.

The man with a vision

took a thing for brewing his cuppa

and changed it into something – iconic

Smashed with a hammer

Earth air and water

came together and reformed

Falling at the side of a waterway

painted by a painter

who’s centre stood next door

And in the evening sunlight

the air shard shone as shimmering light

cascaded off its solid steel

Morning beckons

and the tales from the shards

can be heard across town

from the tales within.

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Acrostic Health Poetry

Broken

#Octpowrimo #Broken

more than one penny dropped

on the fall to the ground

vision went haywire while

every single memory

moved around like scrambled eggs

expectation – another rendezvous with the

neurological ward

to fix the problems caused by the drop

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Places Poetry

Abandoned (Derelict)

#FFFC #Abandoned #Derelict #Brokenwindows

with thanks to Aron Jäger@unsplash.com for providing the Image

I remember the weeks before the builders moved in

the children, were now learning – in bright shiny blocks

up the road in the next district

whilst the old building sat – a nest for the birds

and a target for vagabonds with little on their minds

smashed glass and vibrant graffiti the order of the day

as the old iron gates sat rusting

waiting for the wrecking balls to arrive

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Poetry

Broken ii

Broken

brought about by a fall from grace

refractions in the glass begin to congregate

over time they form channels which

keep on getting bigger till

eventually…there’s the sound of parting atoms … and theres

nowt left to do but to wrap up the broken bits and put them in the bin

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Concentration Food Poetry

Broken

Broken

the elaborate jigsaw

lies strewn on the floor

of the coffee house

jagged shards of porcelain

cast out in a circular pattern

across the marble floor

perhaps the barista

should have taken note

of the temperature of

the coffee machine