42, Day Twenty One

Jane Dougherty has come up with a theme for May . It is 42, now Jane describes it thus: “42 after Douglas Adams’ answer to the question of life, the universe and everything. The form is like the Cherita in its structure with a bit of added interest. The first line/stanza asks a question or makes a statement that begs a question, the second stanza/two lines sets the scene or the background, the last stanza/three lines answers the question or resolves it in some way.

Why am I here

In this vale of fear

With no exit clear

I am left here my soul blackened

My hold on life slackened

In pergatory.

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 85, Hurry & Last, #SynonymsOnly

My entry for Colleen Chesebro‘s Tuesday Tanka. Rules and Pingback Here

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Be quick we need speed

Forever to keep going

To infinity.

Endure now and forever

Be quick don’t get left behind

Twittering Tale #85 – 22 May 2018

This is my entry for Kat Myrman of Like Murcury Colliding Twittering Tales.

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The inheritance.

She could hear the pipes grandda used to play. The sound was in the wind comming up from the sea. Oh! it was cold grey here, desolate even. Yet once inside those forbidding walls all was light and love. What now, with Nana and Grandda both gone. So many memories, must they sell?

(279 Characters)
Photo by Tama66 at Pixabay.com.

A year on.

I wrote this last May, Twittering Tales, in the aftermath of the Manchester Arena Bombing.

I have rewritten and renamed it The Year After.

The Year after.

The quiet was deafening, unlike that night. The screams the blood the fear. The worst had happened. The world sickened him. These were just children, young lives maimed, young lives blown away. He felt so sad.
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Another poem below

God Bless Manchester

This is not my entry for this week.