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‘And we sit upon the Rocks’

And we sit upon the Rocks

Till the stone spells a name

Casting out for lovers lost

Nothing, ever, stays the same

Till the stone spells a name

Looking to the bubbling Foam

Nothing, ever, stays the same

Never read, you are quite alone

Looking to the bubbling Foam

Somewhere, in there; is that a face?

Never fear, you are quite alone

Never still, in this time and place

And we sit upon the Rocks

Casting out for lovers lost.

(Lisa Harte, February 2015)

 

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‘Distance – Variation on a Theme by Robert Burns’

O my Hate bleeds in the red red rose

That’s newly sprung in June

O my Hate, like the Death of me

That’s sweetly played your Doom

As sweet as you are, my bonnie lass

So deep in loathing am I

And I will cure you still, my dear

When my Heart is a sea gone dry

My Heart, a sea gone dry, my dear

It will be such good fun

To see just how much you can cry

And how fast you might run

And fare-thee-well, my bonnie lass

My Hate will keep a-while

There is much to do, and you shall put

Between us, ten thousand mile.

 

 (Lisa Harte, February 2015)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

‘Labour – Variation on a Theme by W.H. Davies’

I have no time to stand and stare

And at this time, I barely care

No time to look upon the flowers,

Or muse over those broken towers

Birds prancing in the grass –

When will all of this pass?

The words fly by, barely a glance

I have no time to watch them dance

I have no time to simply be

The whole world, seems to rest on me

A silly life I chose to dare

No there is no time to stand and stare.

(Lisa Harte, February 2015.)

Today at the Buddle writers we had to write something with these key things:

Dog walker
Angel
Feeling unwanted
Heavy rain
Garden centre
Hand made chocolates

This is the poem that I wrote:

Heavy rain, what a drain
Running for shelter, in a garden centre
A stone angel has closed her arms
The dog walker sighs, the dog walker cries

Running for shelter, in a garden centre
Forever a bore, soaked to the core
The dog walker sighs, the dog walker cries
Hand made chocolates, kept safe in pockets

Forever a bore, soaked to the core
A parted friend, will be seen again
Hand made chocolates, kept safe in pockets
Kept safe in store, forever more

A parted friend, will be seen again
Heavy rain, what a drain
Kept safe in store, forever more
A stone angel has closed her arms.

I decided to write a poem instead of prose because one of the members was complaining that we didn’t so enough poetry as a group.

My poem was well received ^_^