2010 - 365 Poems

My Year as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe

This is an experiment to write a poem or a short verse a day, and post it to this blog.

I'm not a trained poet, just an enthusiastic scribe wanting to create something new each day. I don't truly know my stanza from my meter, but I hope to improve and get my poetic license someday! Expect the weird, the strange and the inner workings of the Crafty Scribe's mind.

Please pass on the blog address to all your verse and lyrical loving friends. I hope you will join me, and read my daily scribbling.

2010 the year of 365 poems: http://365poet2010.blogspot.com/

Wednesday 27 January 2010

"The Modern Merry Widow" (Entry 27)

Woe is me, alas, alack!
My husband, I did bury.
Attired in weeds of deepest black,
Now, I’m the widow merry.
(The life cover has been granted...)


Look out world. There's no holding back.
Aboard an oceanic cruise,
Dressed gowns of sequinned black,
Point me to the booze!
(Well, it’s what he would have wanted!)


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Wednesday 6 January 2010

"Weather or Not?" (Entry 6)

Snow!
Oh no!
Cold and wet.
Nice on a card, but yet,
Slippery roads,
Schools are closed -
But that's all on the T.V.
Here in the south by the sea.
It's sunny,
ain't it funny!

That was yesterday.
Gloat - it stayed away.
Today... Oh no!
We have the snow!

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Tuesday 5 January 2010

"Cat Nap" (Entry 5)

Large monochrome cat curled up on my bed.
I see your white paws.
I see your black head.
You lie there before me pretending to sleep
but through those flat slits,
I see your eyes peep.
The point of your tail swishes back to and fro.
Large monochrome cat in your dreams,
where do you go? 


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Originally published in Bright Voices anthology - United Press 2004
Dedicated to Asterix (1992 - 2007)



Saturday 2 January 2010

"Minute Minutes" (Entry 2)

Though years pass by 
           at measured speed;
I watch my life chase down a path 

I can not follow,
          nor take the lead.

Into the past those seconds melt,
I see my fate the arcanes dealt.
Is it the trail I would have mapped?
Is it a time fulfilled, or destiny's trap?

I can not say. Nor judge my days.
I accept my lot, and embrace the way.
The minute minutes of my story unfolds,
And look forward to my future goals.



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