Daily Archives: March 29, 2015

Humerus

March 29, 2015haiku, humerus, humour, joke, poems, Poetry, pun, wordplayjanebasilblog

I laugh at his joke.
He grins: another notch carved
on his humerus

Hope. Haiku

March 29, 2015haiku, hope, morning, poems, Poetryjanebasilblog

Image: Jonathon Coombes

the dawn is breaking
I hope for a better day
do not flay my hope

Friday Potatoes

March 29, 201510 Word Challenge, challenge, humour, writingFriday, potatojanebasilblog

I’ve found a fantastic blog created by Esther Newton. It’s really worth checking out. She posts all sorts of useful information for writers, and has several fun features, one of them being a weekly challenge, which this week is to write a 10 word story including the words ‘Friday’ and ‘Potato’. How could I resist? I have decided to share my 3 efforts here.

One potato to last until Friday,
but we have rice.

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I work Monday to Friday.
Weekends?
I’m a couch potato

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Caviar and champagne on Friday.
Saturday to Thursday; potato soup.

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A Different Road

March 29, 2015faith, hope, new beginnings, optimism, poems, Poetrynew shoes, roadjanebasilblog

Tomorrow
I will step out
In bright new shoes
I will walk a different road
A road that was built just for me

Sea Mist

March 29, 2015beach, depression, loneliness, poems, Poetry, rejuvination, seacosmos, mist, mystery, peace, sands, shoreline, survivejanebasilblog

image: https://www.flickr.com/photos/dsifry/2173895296/

twenty years have passed since
we walked along dampened sands
hands clasped but hearts far apart
the sky a grey parasol
remorselessly dulling the sea
reflecting my inner misery
expanding my need
to be free of this foolish fakery

nearby, a glimmering
sea-smoothed scrap of green glass
offered opportunity, excuse
to extricate my hand
from unwanted grasp
and to hunt amongst the
refuse of the waves, away
from unwanted contact

lost in the flotsam trail
the atmosphere adjusted

beyond my consciousness
misty droplets massed
unnoticed in my hair
as I stared towards the sand
searching for worn down
nautical treasures

a close spectral lull
compelled me to glimpse up
the sky had dropped its
neutral cloak
to mill around me
smoke like, a muffled mystery
that damply carressed my skin
the world had faded away
and all that remained
was me, briefly elated
in my tiny cosmos

I inhaled deeply
revelling in the vapour
of that flash of freedom.

the sky lifted from my skin
bringing visibility as it receded
I watched the waves wash the shore
the scene remained the same
but peace, like a warm breeze
had brushed against me
imparting the ability
to survive another day