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Poetry

Vapor

#Fowc #Vapor

clouds of something

intoxicating travel through

northern skies

broken up by the wind but

caught in transit

by those innocently

flying by

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Poetry Weather

Blown Away

#Leaves #Autumn #Wind #Kite #writeclub

A response to this weeks write club theme – there will be more, thanks to lockdown!

You could tell it was the first day of Autumn

the four winds were having a wail of a time

with the things their friends had left them

It wasn’t Christmas , but it might well have been

for as well as the brown, yellows and golds

the trees had left them something – Red and Blue

So instead of lifting the sparrows around

they decided to play with the thing they had found

and kids from their windows spotted at night

the winds playing happily with their red and blue kite

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Beach Character Nature Poetry

Guardian

#writephoto #prompt

Watchers (Image by SC Vincent)

Family sit on the bank,

they’ve been doing this for years

keeping an eye out for their neighbours

providing cover from the atlantic wind

for the plants, and sometimes an animal or bird

and giving shade to the pretties in pink

their reward for this task

watching the breakers

coming in to the shore

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Beach Poetry Seaside Seasons

Sunset

Salford, 31st March 2020

A poem on the sun going down by inky – its been published by Forward Poetry, appeared on Luna’s blog at Lunatheblog.com and now its back home – enjoy the read………

The pebbles on the shore
were picked up and stacked
for skimming on the sea

Stacked with care
Precariously balanced
The wind made them wobble

The sun watched as
it created shadowy silhouettes
around the sandy shore

Till the tide began to turn
and the stack on the shore
alerted the little ones

The pebbles on the shore
told the children playing on the sand
it was time to go for dinner

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Nature

Few

#Fowc #Few

Happy is the humble helicopter seed

that make their way from their parent tree

and land in fresh fertile soil

to grow and prosper

for many are chosen for the journey

but few actually succeed

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Poetry

Desert Sand III

#Cyw #DesertSand

people did not know

where it travelled quickly from

coming in darkness

Mighty chariots

Once painted by the frost

Now covered in sand

Roadsweepers Smile at

Opportunity to build

Coins in the piggybank

While down on the shore

the dunes off the north coast

grew taller a bit

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Autumn Nature Poetry

Rush hour III

The trees are bending

moving to a western tune

played by coming wind

rolling autumn leaves

around tarmac cul-de-sacs

to the alley’s end

follow the brown leaves

and you find them piled up high

by a pelican

some decide to rest

whilst others run the gauntlet

towards the river

final resting spot ?

answer to question – unclear

floating down river

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Nature Parks Places

Lightness

#Octpowrimo #Lightness

Salford, 29th October 2019

As summer draws to a close

and green leaves turn to red

the leaves of the less evergreen

aided by wind rain and streams

float off in a dream, light as a feather

to their final resting spot

where they leave a mark of colour

on the paths around them

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Autumn Colours Nature Outdoors Poetry

Octpowrimo – Seeing

#Octpowrimo #Seeing

Look down the path – and what do you see ?

cascade of colours moved by the autumn breeze

or cold bare branches, bending in the wind ?

I can see an opportunity

to be the first person through the leaves – before the snow 🙂

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Character Poetry Toys

Back together again

The Hero of our tale! (with accompanying support from Inky)

It’s not easy being me….

I took a fall from a window

and went into flight

aided by the northwest wind

I went to pieces, without assistance

My head and legs went different places

I thought – “that’s it!” – and went to bits

as i thought i’d played my aces

But from the kerb and the grass

i saw a hand pass

and head and body did rise

(to my upmost surprise!)


I looked up at the lad,

as i went good from bad

and we headed back home

a new place to roam

So i sit on the shelf, thankful for health

with other model toys – oh joy of joys

enjoying my place – in my safety of space

and spending time as i can – a new lego man.