the rhyme of him and her

 

he loves her when she’s sweet and juice

she is loved when needy and loose

he takes offence when she doesn’t give truce

she feels tears as he shouts his dues

he takes hold when reaching a sluice

she holds cold, fearing an energy noose

he is truth, she is bruise

she is now, he’s set loose

 

NaPoWrimo Day 3 2020: playing with a word bank of rhymes

puzzling my way through

Fitting together, bit by tiny bit,

this is getting me through.

The notches that link, the bumps that won’t,

the picture that’s slow to reveal.

The colours that work, the shapes that don’t,

the purpose it helps me feel.

Finding meaning in a baffling world

can help an anxious mind to subside.

Yet the notable gaps are there to remind

the work that keeps me alive.

 

Poem 1 on Day 1 of NaPoWriMo2020 / GloPoWriMo2020

NaPoWriMo Day 16: playing at life

Video games give a great reminder of lives

too short, and too easily run over;

these days, easily re-built or re-booted,

according to your app, or whatever’s closer.

 

Your avatar lives as though a real you,

ducking, diving, dashing – always a fight

to save your last life, as though those before

the last one didn’t count for nought.

 

Except the reality of play is a metaphor of real.

Why play at life, when it’s a fragile gift.

Here and gone in a heartbeat, it is.

Like a game, life’s time is swift.

NaPoWriMo 2018 day 8: the whispers of a tomb

Stand tall, stand true.

Find balance in what you do.

 My four diamond holes

to help find what you extol.

My three central blocks

to stay firm against life’s knocks.

The column at my core

to align with what you adore.

The security at my base,

to remind you to live with grace.

Tides come, tides go,

time shoots its arrows.

Stand true, stand tall.

One day you won’t be here at all.