tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post3191828556031442780..comments2023-06-24T14:21:13.094+02:00Comments on AppleHouse Poetry Workshop: May Poetry Prompt 2 - ContrastsLynne Reeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-58529872012975740692008-06-12T17:25:00.000+02:002008-06-12T17:25:00.000+02:00Drawn from bedroom softness,raw onto bake-stone ba...Drawn from bedroom softness,<BR/>raw onto bake-stone balcony,<BR/>senses uncurling, I catch<BR/>a million pollen-grain stirrings,<BR/>polluted human yearnings.<BR/><BR/><BR/>Only a tiny flame <BR/>to move the chapel freeze,<BR/>only a space -<BR/>a sadness for once<BR/>is just allowed to be.flybynighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08882050376101646025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-83896360959571162872008-05-31T10:13:00.000+02:002008-05-31T10:13:00.000+02:00A brave poem, Mary Rose. And it works well with th...A brave poem, Mary Rose. And it works well with this two-stanza form.Lynne Reeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11852192697142140025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5409519305033642895.post-40343736625991962352008-05-30T23:27:00.000+02:002008-05-30T23:27:00.000+02:00Plural to SingularIt is no longer us,the pronoun w...Plural to Singular<BR/><BR/>It is no longer us,<BR/>the pronoun we shared for over<BR/>sixty years. Our lives, our holidays,<BR/>our dreams, our children,<BR/>the warmth of our relationship.<BR/><BR/>Now it is only me.<BR/>the word has a selfish mean sound to it,<BR/>was it too much to hope for<BR/>just an impossible dream that we’d go as we’d lived – together.<BR/>I do not much like this world of me. <BR/><BR/>Mary RoseMary Rosehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09516431619370664047noreply@blogger.com