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Autumn Nature Poetry Seasons Weather Winter

Collars Up

#Socs #Collarsup

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Considering its not the warmest

Outside, and it

Looks like autumnal weather is here

Like an old friend

Application of a Woollen Jumper or Scarf might be in order

Really good Duffelcoat or Waterproof to keep out the rain

Something tells me we’re going to need it

Until mother nature allows the mercury to rise – its best to

Prepare….stay indoors if you don’t have to go out – wrap up if you do

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Poetry

Change in the weather

Salford, 28th August 2020

The bird’s seem to have got the message

The mercury is in retreat

A nip in the air – you’re feeling

As you’re heading down the street

Clouds of grey are gathering

waiting for their time

to sprinkle their raindrops down on the ground

blocking out the sunshine

And while cold air for autumn

seems to be the norm

our feathered friends have headed off

someplace tropical and warm

Don’t Fret though – as soon as the sunshine burns

those feathered friends, who flew off will return

land with little uns – who will have grew

onto a patch of green grass nearby you

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Poetry Weather

Lightning

Like a flash in the pan

It appears from the clouds

Going quickly through the atmosphere

Heading for the ground

Thunder noisily telling you that

not that far away – buckets of water will be falling soon

Illuminating that message in brief bursts

Night skies lit up in a spectacular display – it’s

Going to get wet – very soon….

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Poetry

Summertime

Something must have happened

Until now – we’ve been told to stay indoors

Move around only for Necessary Journeys

Maybe those down at Whitehall saw the

Elevated mercury from the thermometers on the wall –

Reaction varied – from the reserved to just plain crazy

The kids are acting as if they’ve never felt heat before, but

If they think – everythings back to normal – they’re wrong

Museums, Stadia, Art Galleries – all working differently

Expect to keep a distance when you visit.

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Nature Poetry Weather writing

Another Oulipo

Re-write of Louis Macneice’s poem “Snow” with the N+7 rule

Here’s the Original poem


And here’s my response after replacing all the nouns with seven nouns ahead, following the Oulipo rules

Once again i did the rewrite using Longmans Pocket Dictionary as my source for words in the new poem

I call it “Decadent Shipwreck

The rosary was suddenly rich and the great beach-head was

Spawning Snuff and Pink Rosewood against it

Soundlessly Collateral and incompatible

Wrack is suddener than we fancy it

Wrack is crazier and more of it than we think

Incorrigably Plywood, I peel and portion

a tannoy, Spit the pippins, and feel

the drunkenness of thistles being various

And the firebug flames with a bubbling soundtrack for wrack

Is more spiteful and gay than one supposes

On the tool, On the eyeglass, On the Earlybird in the pans of ones Handhold

There is more than glassworks tween the snuff and the rosewoods

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Poetry

Breeze

Salford, 23rd May 2020

#weather #nature #winds #trees

Something’s afoot,

the barometer has moved with a bounce

it’s not a Winds day but it

feels like it and the

foliage on the trees – is dancing

Westerly winds

in a rush to navigate their way to

northern pennine hills

determined trees – doing their best to

stay upright from the invisible charge

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Abstract Nature Places Poetry

Causeway

#Writephoto #Causeway

Causeway (Image by SC Vincent)

Created as a path across the water

a stretch of sand , gravel or road

usually gets wet when the tide comes in or

sea or river levels rise

especially after really bad storms

when that happens – its advisable to take

another route – or else

you’ll do more than get your feet wet!

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Health Poetry

Strange Days

Salford, 9th May 2020

We’re in very strange times

the weather is wonderful

yet the pub is shut

flowers are in bloom

gardeners gone to his hut

they’re hiding away from this very small bug

and because of it we can’t give a loved ones a hug

the streets are abandoned

everyones indoors

and climbing the walls

or scrubbing the floors

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Poetry Seasons Weather

Snowing

#Weather #Lockdown #Poetry

The idea : imagine it snows constantly for 30 years – and then it stops…..

Strange….the snowflakes aren’t falling today

no more than a mouse has come

out to the house

where i live

Mum and dad are at our kid’s

so i’m sat under a rug

watching BBC News

all nice and snug

Wireless classics from out on the stage

and comedy recordings for a digital age

kept me occupied and going

off the page

But its starting to melt,

the snow and the ice

with the thermometer rising

its feeling quite nice

Need a shovel – not a boat

but i’ll be wearing my big coat

as to the shop i go

dressed like an eskimo

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Poetry

Saturday

Saturday 25th April 2020

#Napowrimo #Outdoors #Covid-19

Somewhere outside, there’s a demon with

a seriously bad sense of humour

the people are relaxed, as they walk around the town, but

until the medics say its ok, we can only enjoy the weather

relaxing in the front garden….or limited exercise

doing anything in groups – at the mo – a serious no

and all you can do is take solace from that moment in the

yellow warm sunshine you’ve been given – enjoy the Vitamin E and watch the wildlife