On Call

Waiting for the phone to ring
Watching on-line videos and jumping
At every noise
One eye is always on the mobile screen
Whatever else I'm doing
Every nerve on high alert
Though I'm fighting sleep
Both excited and terrified
By the prospect of a phone call


So, I'm a First Responder and this is pretty much what it feels like whenever I'm on call. Just sitting, waiting for the phone to ring...

Waiting...

Staring at the phone...

Both daring it to ring and hoping it doesn't...

Waiting...

Memories of Space

What does space remember?
I remember when all this was fields
Of darkness
Nothing as far as the eye could see which, 
As both eyes and distance did not exist yet
Was not far


I remember a beginning
The end of nothing
And the birth of everything else
In a great pulsing labour
Spreading matter
And creating the universe


I remember, back in the day
When everything was young
And new
And fresh.
They grow up so fast


I remember when you first came to visit
And the way everything still seemed so new
And exciting
To your eyes


I remember the ideas you had
Most of which were best forgotten
But the rest
Were the searing novas to rival those
That birthed you


I remember love
I remember fighting
But, in the end, without a voice
I remember nothing


Prompt: Write a poem of space.


Originally the prompt was meant to refer to the space, say in a room, but why not write about space as in outer? :D

Summer Swift

A flying scythe
In summer skies
Black speck above


It flits, it swoops
On air it floats
The sky it loves


It screams defiance
In the blue
Black speck above


Nothing could tie it
To the ground
The sky it loves


A flying scythe
Black speck above
The sky it loves.


Saw my first swallow of this year today. Apart from geese flying overhead twice a year swallows and swifts are  my indicator birds for the changing of the seasons. It's nice to see them back again.

Elegy To The BMW

You carried us around
For a couple years
But now your time is over


Safely we were carted
Cradled in your insides
Encased in steel


Your under seat heating
Kept us warm
Even in the coldest weather


And though you had nothing wrong
You weren't right for us
We had to let you go


I'm sorry
We've got a Honda CRV now
And we are really happy.


We got a new car!!!! A Honda CRV and it's really awesome. Still have to read the book to find out how to use the sat nav and stuff properly but much happier with this now. The BMW was really low and a pain to get in and out sometimes. We had a landrover before and the CRV has better fuel economy while still having the 4x4 capabilities. And so many hidey-holes! And the back seats can recline!

Love Cento

What is love?

This terrifying miracle

You’d better run away fast.

As we wait for it to make sense.

The travel’s hard but still keep going strong

And bright as molten copper

As if it doesn't happen indefinitely

But flowers are blooming

Hands stretched to give.

It pulls me in

Fire singed I dragged I filled

And I sigh and close my eyes

I've just misplaced the world. 

She saves us going astray

Everything we have worked for

I do

Go deeper still till nothing left but thought

And you’re done.

Forget don’t and can’t, those heavy words

Though not unexpected

The world would not be shattered.

Eyes fixed

Inspiration was coming my way

Where nothing is quite what it may seem

But one with much fascination

And that is not to be missed

Prompt: Write a cento. A poem made up entirely of lines from other poems. 

All these lines come from my NaPo poems from last year. Hopefully it actually makes sense. It's not actually 30 lines long because I missed days last year, but anyway.

Sick

To think that
I was raring to go
On the 1st
When now
Only 23 days later
I'm sick of this whole
Poetry thing
(Although
That may 
Be partly due
To this headache
Pounding away
Behind my eyes)
I wrote a whole book
I think
In 30 days
And yet
I cannot write 30 poems
In the same time frame.

Procrastination

I'm meant to be writing a poem
But procrastinating is easier
Building in Minecraft
Placing block
After block
Mind growing numb