The Lazy Poets Thursday Poem, Seaside Supper

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my favourite ice cream entices me

 wrapped in woolly scarf and gloves

on an evening that looks like summer

 for a walk to Orcombe by the sea

a hoard of pulled along people

in the charge of manic dogs

young love displayed in the sand dunes

I wonder if they notice the view

of the waves tumbling and rattling

the shingle in their wake

or the gaggle of dark and white geese

resting on barnacled rocks and weed

the board paddling Poseidons hold me balanced

between entertainment and anxiety

as they reach the distant sand bank

then float on the current out to sea

hoping they won’t need the lifeboat

I find shelter from the wind

 sit back with my supper from Krispies

the best haddock and chips there could be

Lazy Poet’s Thursday Poem, Primrose

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Timid fragile flower with strength

to bear and thrive through frost

you push your way through compacted soil

to spread a sunshine blanket

under woodland canopy

where no sun shines

you remain pure along shoulders

of polluted carriageway

and in a cemetery of tombstones

 you stand alert and alive

your palest glow a greeting

that  follows with fragrance elusive

as your unfolding gown dallies

its subtle caress in green velvet folds

The Lazy Poets Thursday Haiku

I expect a trio of haiku has a special name and if Bjorn http://brudberg.wordpress.com/ reads I hope he will tell me.

Scorhill circle

Four thousand years past

flourishing on Scorhill Down

ancient settlement

Solid granite rocks

disgorged by volcanic fire

circle hallowed ground

Tall maidens of stone

standing for millenia

sheltering their hearths

Lazy Poets Thursday Poem 5

My poem this week is my response to International Women’s Day tomorrow. Last year I published a short story https://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2012/03/08/a-post-for-international-womens-day/ you may have read it? If you can please go to http://song.unwomen.org/ and buy this wonderful song to celebrate women. Thanks to Jo http://jobryantnz.wordpress.com/2013/03/08/international-womens-day-2013/ for sharing it.

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In Hope

Cast aside your veil

Turn your face to the sun

Gather round the hearth

Your work today is done

Your sisters draw near

Feet planted to earth

They no longer fear

The lone walk on the trail

Your children breathe free

The mountains clear air

Well nourished with plenty

And wind blown away care

Your abundance is here

Take love in your stride

Future perfect and clear

Go forward with pride

Cast aside your veil

And no longer hide

100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week# 79

Someone had to be last! Julia’s prompt last Monday was this photo.

And this is my interpretation.

Turn Me

Turn me, pick me up and turn me.

I am the key to your dreams if you deserve me.

I am the beginning of your worst nightmare if you don’t,

Which will it be?

Turn me; find the lock to reveal the innermost secrets

 in the casket of my heart

Or the pain I will feel

if you cause it to break.

Turn me, imprison, confine me in your, love?

Join me in the stale corner of your control

where the remnants of my self-worth lurk

waiting for a few crumbs of affection.

Turn me.

Pick me up and turn me.

Lazy Poets Thursday Poem 4

Valley

Flow of spring beside the tracks.

Bend of river’s shingle bank

occupied by Whooper’s elegant lounge.

Hip like curve sinks to moist valley

then rises to a belly mound hill.

Distant lace edged horizon

naked with late winter oaks

abundant in their twisting forms.

Dull copper bracken awaits

a few degrees swell to break green.

Neat fields sprinkled with new lambs

and a dark dusting of crows.

Sanctuary of Devon hedge banks

South West landscape I’m home.

South West landscape I’m home.

Lazy Poets Thursday Poem 3

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shimmering birds your reckless

 flight to the high zone to soar

ever closer carefree in your naïveté

 you bathe in soothing warmth

until you reach the fry zone

where lustre of feather frazzles to gilt

your wings flap frantic

until they cease to exist

then no thermal can offer a cloud

to uplift or shelter from fiery heat

and like autumn leaves

so golden you fall

Savitri

Poetics at D’Verse offer the theme of place this week so I’ve chosen a photo I took at Savitri hill in Pushkar, Rajasthan. It’s a place that evokes strong memories for me.

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Savitri Hill

Savitri I was beaten

am I Gayatri?

briefly chosen by Brahma

did I displace you?

you sacrificed Yajna

to play games with Laksmi

Parvati and Indrani

you still sit in anger

staring east at your rival

separated by lake

by Pushkar the great

Holy pilgrimage

and the one to defeat me

weak mortal

The Lazy Poets Thursday Poem 2

It’s Thursday again and I’m still lazy! For macro Monday this week I posted a photo that I edited. Among the comments I received, Christine at http://dadirridreaming.wordpress.com/ and Sandra at http://sandraconner.wordpress.com/ both said that the photo made them think of waves foaming on a beach. Thank you lovely friends, your comments inspired todays lazy poem. Here is a slightly bluer version of Monday’s photo.

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Waves of Foam

Foaming ocean laps the Jurassic shore

where molten lava once seared and pitted

into burnished pockets of chalk

that glow pale in the shallows

where volcanic flame no longer scorches

earth but in its place frozen fluid

 turned to stone in the countless millennia

before mankind’s dawn

then lapis and bronze lay down its mineral

to adorn sweet womankind’s questing hands

and feet that step through warm golden sand

above the azure sky reflects light

from the firmament holding the source

of celestial waters in balance