Life in Poetry reading, writing, reflecting
Wednesday 24 April 2013
reward is in the writing
Rejection
and Reward (June 2009)
It
was a spiffing bit of poetry.
Rhyming
lines and bouncing
rhythms.
It was about my wee
Alice
who when just a babe,
bubbling
bubbles would rock
herself
to sleep.
Startling
images and rich assonance
it
held. Meaning seeped up
from
colourful words, reverence
for
darling daughter peeped
out
from stanzas, beats and feet.
Oh
woe that my reader should
reject
this wonderful piece.
See
what you're missing; if only
you
could I shouted to the heavens
in
Greece. Reward lies in the writing,
that's
the feat !
Friday 12 April 2013
writing buddy near Toulouse
Dear Fellow writers,
looking for writing buddies near Toulouse, FRANCE.
Welcome Marilyn.
http://glowwormcreative.blogspot.fr/
looking for writing buddies near Toulouse, FRANCE.
Welcome Marilyn.
http://glowwormcreative.blogspot.fr/
Thursday 28 February 2013
The deep by Billy Collins
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/arts-culture/Billy-Collins-The-Deep-192133271.html
Saturday 9 February 2013
birds
A sparrow and a robin red-breast
bicker over a piece of bread
thrown onto the terrace
this morning.
Robin lurches at Sparrow.
Sparrow is content with his meal.
Why ? Other bits wait not far
away but Robin wants the catch
Sparrow is pecking at.
Beat of feathers, stab of beak.
Then they both fly away,
perch on the bush
and wait.
Blackbird pruning his dress
on the tallest branch
of the lime tree in the rain
swings down and seizes
a fat morsel. Ripping at the rim.
Robin and Sparrow swoop
back and fight again.
Two other sparrows share a bite.
All fly off to the bush
and watch the stage by the kitchen
window. They enter one by one, two
by two to dance about the offerings.
A patter of feet, a ballet of wings
a battle of beaks.
bicker over a piece of bread
thrown onto the terrace
this morning.
Robin lurches at Sparrow.
Sparrow is content with his meal.
Why ? Other bits wait not far
away but Robin wants the catch
Sparrow is pecking at.
Beat of feathers, stab of beak.
Then they both fly away,
perch on the bush
and wait.
Blackbird pruning his dress
on the tallest branch
of the lime tree in the rain
swings down and seizes
a fat morsel. Ripping at the rim.
Robin and Sparrow swoop
back and fight again.
Two other sparrows share a bite.
All fly off to the bush
and watch the stage by the kitchen
window. They enter one by one, two
by two to dance about the offerings.
A patter of feet, a ballet of wings
a battle of beaks.
©Susan
Baury Rouchard
Friday 11 January 2013
Diane Setterfield
Currently reading The Thirteenth Tale..mesmerized and so fascinated that I would like to share.
The book and the author.
http://authors.simonandschuster.com/Diane-Setterfield/38679211
http://www.bookbrowse.com/biographies/index.cfm/author_number/1376/diane-setterfield
The book and the author.
http://authors.simonandschuster.com/Diane-Setterfield/38679211
http://www.bookbrowse.com/biographies/index.cfm/author_number/1376/diane-setterfield
Thursday 10 January 2013
skies clearing up, the sun glancing a yellow hue
Bug in the Bath
There's a bug in the bath
scuttling on the tile
away from the light and gush of water.
It meanders on the pattern
of a pink and grey flower
following an invisible thread
in a labyrinth.
The steam rises and the feet clamber
then slip, plop into the water.
There pedals like a U-boat.
I scoop it up and land it lightly
on the bath mat.
The bug climbs, frantic
over hills and dales and finds
the cool floor. It sights a haven
in the recess under the pipes,
home of the spider.
Avoiding the predator's gulp,
the bug burrows into the safe earth.
Whence it comes. Wherever it goes.
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