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Inside my bag are packed the things

that fill my heart with joy

the faded, threadbare shawl

that whispers 

a tinplate soldier toy.

Inside my bag wrapped well in cloth 

a tiny mirror fragment

immortalised inside that glass

the ghosts of those I love

Some memories are intransigent

Inside my bag stowed very safe

two  engraved silver napkin rings

a wooden bowl of cedar wood

an ebony black queen a

reminder of past sins

Inside my bag I have my home

memories, from days gone by

I lost the rest, I am alone

I will be till I die

The hostel for the homeless 

Is where I rest my head

My bag stops my neurosis

My home sits under my bed

We wait

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Moth to Flame

Moth to your flame

I am attracted to you

Like a moth to your flame 

A shining beacon held true 

As we join  our refrain

I feel your spirit near me 

Though you are far away

I let my essence flow free 

As our spirits interplay

Without ever touching you

I am drawn, to your  spark

We share a very different view

Our experience may be stark

I am attracted to you

Like a moth to a flame

We share deeply truly

As we bridge realities  time frame

We can never be one in a tangible way

But a place in my heart will always remain

I am attracted to you like a moth to a flame

Our memories and laughter forever retained

New

Can you match me measure for measure

will you be sensitive to my pleasure

can you pull me, out of a web of distrust

you planted  seeds and nurtured their growth

cared so much, brought loving  close

new love new  set of feelings

exciting romance, to expunge past dealings

trying to trust and believe anew

wanting so much, for new love to be true

going slowly taking my time

hoping for partnership truly sublime

love and laughter, joy and gladness

honesty, communication, pleasure without malice

old love,  bad memories  thwarted

new love, new  memories  supported

Philosophical

I lay underneath star and moonlight shine

 Gazing  at the universes majesty

A shower of sparks across  heavens line

Underlines lifes fragile mortality

Mother moon bathes all, universal glow

Though shadows fall creating pools of darkness

 World sparkling bright as day its scars still show

From evil this bright light gives no catharsis

Can beauty and warm glow equate to love

Will good deeds and love defeat the demons

I philosophise as I gaze up above

How to learn from humanities seasons

Yet I know we do not learn from history

Each must do their best to solve life’s mystery

Paradox

The relentless beat of insect wings

The incessant  drone of the bee

Sounds so loud to my sensitive nerves

So many sounds for free

The hunting cry of the owl at night

The barking of the fox

All these sounds are so intense 

A quintessential paradox

Swinging high

Swinging high oh so high

Flying free above the earth

Breath coming fast

Exhilaration my repast

The time at last has come

To break away,  leave

 this troubled life

Swinging high oh so high

Mother moon fills my vision

Bathing the world in glorious light

Making daylight out of night

One more pass should aid momentum

Give the push that I will need

Launched now from my swing

Whizzing through the air- no wing

What will be my resting place

Number one on Amazon 

Or basket case.

Lines in Poetry

What are the things that make you choose the length of your lines in your poetry if you are not using a set classical form?

What do you know about using lines to enhance your poem?

Here are somethings I have learned.

Can you add to my knowledge 

Always read your poem aloud to understand where the breaks need to come.

Line breaks are like rests in music a  pause for breath

Very short lines add doubt… suspense

Irregular … sudden rhythm

Short ….nervous energy

Broken syntax ….makes reader focus

Enjambment …..forces the reader to focus on the last word of the line

One line…. fluidity

Line breaks can add sound, music and tone

They can also help creating the emotions of joy, horror or sadness

Where should you make your line breaks?

You need to read it aloud to get the feel for the piece and get the break in the right place

If using enjambment if you are using comas read it aloud to check the coma is in the right place and not forcing a stop where none is needed.

Getting your line breaks wrong can make it difficult for the reader.

Riding the Storm

The air feels heavy with foreboding

as colour leaches out of the daylight

greyness turns coppery and progresses

to near darkness

Lightening flares and strobes across the sky

as thunder rolls like cannonades

the jagged spears tear open the sky

the world is      phosophorus illuminated

then fades back to near darkness

The storm is closer counting the  lightening 

to thunder ratio      only a mile away

the trees are beginning to agitate in

the strengthening wind 

rain is spattering on the roof light for

now but it will increase when the 

storm reaches its zenith

Goosebumps stand proud on my arms 

 my breath gets  faster 

as I anticipate the power of the storm to come

 I sink into the power of your embrace

the air sparkles and my mind is filled with pleasure

 

Distraction….An interlocking Rubaiyat

Distraction

Long empty days I look for distraction

Life is too short to live with abstraction

Can love fill the gap like words in a song

Would it be real or fatal attraction

Can’t  sit and wait for the chance  to be strong

Need to find happiness a place to belong

Follow the footsteps run slow in the sand

Grabbing love, for loves sake would be so wrong

I look at your face its got out of hand

Distraction not  love the name of the brand

It’s about desire, a burst of passion

Quick satisfaction, please understand