#NaPoWriMo2026 #Day16 #BlueMentorTanka #SomethingThatCannotSpeak

Blue Mentor Tanka

Ocean without speech,  

yet you teach me to listen:  

Blue spaces whisper  

wonders, compassion, kinship 

the ways we are connected.

#NaPoWriMo2025 #Day16 #LayYouDown

Lay you down

They cleared the brambles—started fresh—
but nettles shot up fast,
tough, sharp, and everywhere.

I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses
played from the Bluetooth speaker.
The ground said otherwise.

“You sure this is what you want?”
he asked, not joking.
The nettles just stood there.

#NaPoWriMo2024 #Day16 #Ponddipping

 

Pond dipping, Tyland Barn

 

Wide round bowl,

net, small white containers

and a teaspoon.

Anna says the later

is ‘a serious bit of

scientific kit’.

Kneel, swish the

net through the water

figure of eight motion.

Anna says ‘not too 

deeply or you’ll end up

with a net full of silt’.

Kneeling is fine,

getting up again?

I’m grateful for the ropes!

I’ve caught a 

couple of water beetles 

with my science-y spoon.

Hail halts play,

my quarry released,

back into the pond.

I ponder my bigger pond 

a stakeholder map 

to dip for young people.

#napowrimo2022 #day16 #easterrituals

Late offering, yesterday's migraine knocked me out a little, but I think the poem is even better now after a little inspiration from Toni Bowe's Easter celebration pics. Some of the lore around Easter confuses me a bit, so here it is in a poem form. Had tried to work the ryhme scheme out reading the "Pied Beauty" example and got muddled should have just Googled it's abcabcdbcdc.

"Easter Rituals"

Easter rituals have always confused me a little.

Why is it a moveable feast, rather than a fixed date?

Jesus was the lamb of God, knew doubt and fear,

Faith a precious thing, though freshly tempered, is brittle

Spring lamb, burned flesh offerings, a shared killing fate.

Spiced buns break Lenten feast, heal the sick all year.

Sunday, a bunny brings a basket full of sweet treats.

The children are excited, hunting games are great.

Eggs painted, rolled and small faces with chocolate smears.

Simnel cake sans, marzipan Judas, for afters to eat.

Mix up of traditions here.

#solstice NaPoWriMo2021 #day16

 

Solstice

Seashells washed upon the shore.

Dredged up from the ocean floor.

All the lunar energies they draw.

I surrender to the ocean's roar.

Sun’s reflection on the sea.

A disco's balls shinning symmetry.

Masculinity merges with femininity.

I balance these forces within me.