Tag / life

by Carol J Forrester

Out In The Garden – #DVersePoets #MondayHaibun

The peas have podded. I’m not sure if it’s the snap, or your bog standard, good old trusty garden type, but they’ve podded first with the white petals of the flowers still stuck to the green of their shells.

Inside the crop is still too small, too young. I checked today. Popped my nail into the seam, slit through the flesh, cracked it open. New growth, old book. They both sound the same.

They are not ready for harvest, but when you bite down they explode. They taste like spring, or summer, or something else that’s hot days and sudden rain storms. They tasted like they should do. New and fresh.

It’s been a wet one,

this spring, this downpour of water

thickening the green.

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by Carol J Forrester

Walking These City Streets #DVersePoetics

We walk till our soles protests

at every stop-sign

and crossing place.

Like stitch splitting

when you slow for breath,

the burn thickens.

 

We are far from home,

further still from familiar,

so we cannot pause

on this side-street,

or linger on a corner place

as we might do elsewhere.

 

We can stretch our steps,

gnash the concrete paves

into cobbles

and pathways.

Break highways down

to track.

 

Trip

over the ache beneath

onto older ground.

Learn how to read

reassurances

of new landmarks.

 

Wander until this is home.

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by Carol J Forrester

Cascade #NaPoWriMo #DVersePoetics

You have to swim here.

Kick to keep afloat,

and scoop the water

into yourself,

with arms winged

either side

of a weightless body.

 

Dug out by the flow,

a pool deepened

by cascade.

A bridge

masked by track

and concrete.

This place

is thick green

almost jungle.

 

Clear

right to the sand,

easy to pretend

I know this place.

Too well

to be tricked.

Safety in confidence

I say.

 

Water washes all clear

away,

but to where,

and when,

will it come to shore

again?

 

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A prompt mash up tonight. Ending on a question for NaPoWriMo Day Two and ‘Cascade‘ for dVersePoetsPub poetics night.

by Carol J Forrester

As One #DVersepoets #TuesdayPoetics

There is a collective

misguided

assumption,

that we know the words.

Singing like rusted taps,

gargling and spluttering

our way to the chorus

where enthusiasm trumps

experience,

and pipes swell and burst

so all is noise

and furious revelry.

The wave of it crests

breaks,

washes us along

to the next line.

As real as the misting

of our breaths

as we sing.

The cold is not felt

in the thick of it.

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by Carol J Forrester

Turn To Stone #DVersePoets #TuesdayPoetics

I gathered the stones myself,

stacked them before you

like a temple offering,

my skin the sacrifice

as I bared it inch by inch

and asked for a blessing

you denied me

until the pile was fragments

and my flesh peppered

with your approval.

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