My latest poem

Grandfather

Your own name clings about you still
Among mouldy memories fading fast
Poor stringless marionette
Dumped, discarded,
Plonked in a threadbare armchair
The flashing images
In front of you
Signifying nothing.
Just a bag of brittle bones
Gazing down at your fragile sparrow’s wrist
Each bone outlined behind translucent skin
Each vein a twisted track.
Time drags.
Answers trail off.

Haikus

HAIKUS


Sunny morning sounds
The birds twitter in the eaves
Waking me from sleep


The silent horses stand
Statues in the morning mist
Calm and dignified

Here's one I wrote earlier!

Ode to Cheese

No matter what your state of mind
No greater joy than cheese you'll find.
Its tangy taste will tempt and tease
Do not ignore the power of cheese.

You can use it in so many dishes
And as a sauce it’s quite delicious
Creamy, fruity, mild or strong
Use it freely - you can’t go wrong

Roquefort, Camembert or Danish Blue
Add a certain zest to a hot fondue
With pasta dishes it adds élan
To grate a little Parmesan

You can dice it up to put in salads
It’s been the subject of many a ballad
It’s sometimes white and sometimes yellow
Sometimes sharp and sometimes mellow

To serve on a cracker or slice of bread
Choose Wensleydale or Leicester Red
But on your arteries it takes its toll
So do monitor your cholesterol!

Poetry at Lubi's

Great poetry evening last night at Lubi's! Topic - American poets. My favourite American poets are probably Emily Dickinson and Sylvia Plath - although both can be a bit depressing. We covered a wide range - including Ogden Nash, Robert Frost, Elizabeth Bishop, Dorothy Parker, Walt Whitman, that weird rant by Carl somebody or other entitled 'Howl', Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou and T S Eliot to name but a few - and also had a look at some of Bob Dylan's weird song lyrics!

Next meeting is at my house - topic - 'Journeys'.

Sylvia Plath Reads 'Daddy'

Poem by Lesley

Hi and welcome to my poetry Blog. Here's my first entry. If you have any suggestions how it could be improved let me know:

Cretan Idyll

Adrift on a cushion of air I float
The Cretan sunshine warming my skin
I feel as insignificant as a paper boat
Bobbing across the sea’s green rim.
Underneath my transparent bed, a rainbow
Of fish swim silently by, turning on a whim
With a luminous flicker, they swim
Slicing the clear water with their sharp fins.
I’m frozen in time; look up now and I
Might see Icarus in a dazzling flash with wings
Ablaze, falling headlong from the sky
Or Aphrodite rising from the waves.
For here is where the past and present meet;
A timeless place where one can feel complete.