#SundayWalks ‘Distractions’ #SilentSunday #PoemADay #PoetryMonth


Yet I stoop to capture

Every single

Luscious plant, which

Lures me towards its extra

Ordinary shade of yellow. Distracting

Wildflowers enticing me along another path.


Distractions are highly underrated.

Daily routines, work, commitments, and the demands of everyday life emphasise that I should focus on objectives and make sure I complete my ‘to do list’ without any distractions.

I disagree. I need to make time for myself and cross items off my ‘to be list’ (more on to do and to be lists here).

Walking, observing my surroundings, taking photos of anything which catches my eye, and writing poems, are some of my favourite distractions.

And now, back to my to do list. Monday is only a few hours away!

Which are your favourite distractions?  

Photo prompt #writephoto ‘Footsteps’ #Haiku


Every week, Sue posts one of her pictures as a prompt for inspiration in whatever form we choose. Use the image to create your own post and link back to Sue’s post.



Luccia is writing a haiku a day on this years’ AtoZChallenge. Have look!

#Writerslife #Haiku Inspiration #amwriting

I took this picture and wrote the following haiku, a few minutes ago, this evening, when I looked up from my desk, as I was enthusiastically writing the last chapters of the first draft of my fourth novel.


Subtle and intense.

My heart quivers, my head whirls.  

That fleeting moment…


There are times, special moments, when words flow more easily.

It’s hard to know why, I wish I did, so that I could clear my schedule and prepare for the onslaught of overwhelming inspiration.

Sometimes I blame the full moon, the waning moon, the new moon, the blue moon or the harvest moon!

Other times I blame clear blue heavens, breathtaking sunsets, amazing dawns, stormy grey skies, or pearly white clouds.

Who knows?

What I do know is that when I feel the ideas rushing to my mind and the words flowing from my pen or fingers, it’s such a unique feeling that I wish I were there all the time.

Such is the delirious moment of creation, of course it must end, or else I’d never edit, rewrite or improve, or publish my work!

Happy weekend! I’ll be writing away…


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(Almost) #WordlessWednesday ‘Autumn Sky’ #Tanka

Autumn Sky 

Hear the sun-tinged shapes.

See the youthful spirits sigh,

Feel the colours shine,

Breathe in the cool autumn air.

Our task is to greet the dusk.


This was tanka poem written in response to the five word prompts for The Secret Keepers Weekly Writing Challenge #108.

This week’s five words are roleshapequietspirit and youth. Join in and/or read the other entries. Synonym substitution is allowed, so I substituted ‘role’ for ‘task’.

#Writephoto ‘Feast on the Sunset’ Thursday Photo Prompt #amwriting #Poem

This poem was written in response to Sue Vincent’s weekly Thursday Photo Prompt. Check out Sue’s wonderful blog for more information. 


Feast on the Sunset

Sip the joy,

Swallow the pain,

Savour the love,

Slowly drink the sun,

Smell the bliss,

Feast on your life.


Sink into the beauty,

Sail through the sorrow,

Search in the sky,

Spray with the sea,

Stay still in your soul,

Feast on yourself.


Sprint through the struggle,

Soar through the storm,

Slide like a swan,

Swing to the stars,

Sing your survival,

Feast on your story.


Stroke the sky,

Sprinkled with sunrise,

Sway with the scars,

Search for silence,

Start your script and

Feast on the sunset.


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#AtoZChallenge ‘Y’ #NationalPoetryMonth ‘Burning Oak’ by Joyce Carol Oates #amwriting #poem #NaPoWriMo

This year to celebrate National Poetry Month and to take part in the April A-Z Blogging Challenge, I’ll be posting two poems a day, one written by me and another poem written by one of my favourite poets. The title or first word of the  poem, or the author’s name will begin with the corresponding letter in the Blogging Challenge.


Today I offer you Burning Oak by Joyce Carol Oates, which starts and finishes with the word ‘Yesterday‘ and Unhappy Trees by Luccia Gray.


Burning Oak by Joyce Carol Oates


Yesterday, the sky in mute

horizontal swaths, air

almost too thick to breathe.

we found the stump of an old oak, man-


sized, burning without flame

at the edge of a clearning __ splintered wood

raw, bulldozed roots exposed__

even the black ants fled


in the stink of old grief

made pubic and final, old hopes exposed __

past tense! __ now headless leafless a stump

knocked half out of the earth


and the soul just blue smoke vague

and slow-spreading rising without grace

into an indifferent sky no one will paint,

or photograph, or see__

except us: yesterday.


This poem is about disintegration and regret. The narrator describes the death of a tree, which has become a stump. The oak tree is splintered, bulldozed, roots exposed, leafless, and nobody cares, because no one will paint it, photograph it, or even see it, except the narrator and another person, ‘us’, which leads the reader to believe the real subject of the poem is the end of a relationship, viewed some time after the event. More about Joyce Carol Oates here. 


Oates’ poem reminded me of a photograph I took a few days ago of a tree, which had been run over, so I decided to write a poem about this fallen tree, or perhaps it’s about something completely different…



Unhappy Trees


A drunk driver

On his way home

One dark night, hit  

The gloomy tree.

It had wished for

A better place

To grow its roots.

It had longed to

Be surrounded

By earth and grass.

It’s too late now.

They’ll use what’s left

to light camp fires

And tell chilling

Stories about

why drunk drivers

Should beware of

unhappy trees,

Made to grow by

ugly roadsides,

Surrounded by

cement, on their

way home at night.


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