Poem. Sunshine Views.

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Sunshine Views

the scenic view
as i walk through
layers upon layers of small happenings

of joggers
a train speeding by
the sparkle of dew on grass
crooked rubbish sacks beside the bins

an empty park
with ghosts of children past

i rejoice in the days that begin when
winter ends

when i wake
and behind the curtains
the sunshine is waiting for me

the grey, miserable days can be forgotten
replaced by hope,
possibilities that don’t look so impossible

showered, and dressed
i walk,
out into the park
where the trees wave at me
and twigs snap underneath my feet

further into wooded areas
it is like i am alone, with a different kind of magic
the hum of the road is almost inaudible

it feels i could walk forever
releasing my worries

in curiosities of nature –
discarded eggs, feathers,
and a pair of mittens
dangling on a low hanging branch from the tree

in the event the person
who lost the pair may return for them

how separate we can become

lost from what we hold dear

relying on a stranger to take notice
and help us find our lost belongings again

K.L


NOTES
The sun was out over the Bank Holiday weekend and, as it goes, suddenly everyone in the country appeared to be a lot happier. I actually wrote this poem a couple of months ago and just added a few details when I edited it a few days ago. I’m not happy with the ending of the poem, but it did leave me stumped. I imagine something will come to me eventually though.


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Hey you, yes you! Want to know about some great new books that are going to be released? Read on!

Oh dear, did that come across as a bit aggressive? Well, now you’re here I want to share some of the new books and pre-orders I’m excited about.


Fly on the Wall poetry press are releasing new titles by some very fine writers in 2019. The Covers are pretty snazzy too.

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You, Yes you! A Narrative Poem by Sophie Bowns 29 pages 0.99(Kindle)

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Don’t tell me to be Quiet Christina Hart 57 pages £1.50(kindle) £4.50(print)

Changing with the Tides Shelby Leigh Releases April 19th

Malignant Mirror Maze Releases 21st April Chronic Pixie Dream Girl Releases 31st May both by D. E. Kerr Goodreads Link

Valkyrie Sophie Elaine Hanson £2.29(Kindle) £4.97(Print) Releases 19th April

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Bravery Nicholas Trandahl Kindle Pre-order Kindle £3.82 releases 24th April


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#NaPoWriMo Time Reserved for the Writer: A Poem.

How’s everyone’s NaPoWriMo going? I am consuming a lot of toast, whilst writing in the early hours. Naturally inspiration struck!

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Time Reserved for the Writer

toast on the grill –
late night snack
use the knife
to spear each slice onto
shake it off
onto the plate –
warm –
just been washed


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Currently Reading. By the Pricking of my Thumbs by Agatha Christie.

Currently reading. I’m pretty sure I have read this one before, but they didn’t have the one I wanted in the public library, so I chose this one. You can’t leave a library without a book, can you?

 

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By the Pricking of my Thumbs Agatha Christie

 

Tommy rang the front door bell and Tuppence were duly admitted by a rather harassed looking young woman in a nylon overall. She showed them into a small sitting-room saying rather breathlessly, ‘I’ll tell Miss Packard. She’s expecting you and she’ll be down in a minute. You won’t mind waiting just a little, will you, but it’s old Ms Carraway. She’s been and swallowed her thimble again, you see.’
‘How on earth did she do a thing like that?’ asked Tuppence, surprised.
‘Does it for fun,’ explained the household help briefly. ‘Always doing it.’


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How it all began.

I was looking for a picture to pair with this poem, and it begs the question. What does poetry look like? I imagine it might be something different for all us. What kind of visuals do you associate with poetry?

Yes, for me it is the dirty great London underground. Travel, movement, big cities, and people.


my love of poetry began
as i turned sixteen
in the bathroom at college
scribbling
this idea
into threads of lines
a poem?
damn
i hate poetry

i thought that then

yet i pursued poetry
as a detective would a lead
whilst growing into my own skin
reading pages of other poets
through poetry i discovered my identity
and made friends too
experimenting with styles, and topics
what i liked, what others enjoyed
feeling the power of my punctuated thoughts
punching through people’s perspective
of who i was

now do you see
i am a poet –
writing is my superpower.

K.L


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