"For your word list challenge today, I ask that you write an original poem (or re-work an older pen) in the spirit of the book, using at least 3 of these words, post to Mr. Linky, and then return to visit and comment on all the other posts. I'll be sure to visit periodically in the days to come in case you choose to join later."
The list: primeval, adventures, grown-ups, clad, reputation, ephemeral, flower, lucky, poison, stars, bank, forget, odd, million, reflective, trouble, baobabs, silence, naive, explorer.
"Mon étoile, ça sera pour toi une des étoiles. Alors, toutes les étoiles, tu aimeras les regarder… Elles seront toutes tes amies." - Le Petit Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry -- Stars When all else in life failsLook at the starsEach and every starHas a name, never forgotten.You are worthy of a million starsNever forget that. When trouble arisesCount the petals of a flowerAnd think of me.Each and every flower nodsRemindi…
Oh, day three - I still feel so rusty from such a long absence - I realised I did not even participate in NaPo last year! I am not even sure why... In any case, today's poem is a serious flop. But I said I'd write a poem a day. I didn't say I'd write a good one every day..
Ceramic Painting As the sun shines hot and brightMusic to my ears isthe sound of ceramic tiles pushed intoa scattered pilewaiting for a colour treatment
Sitting On A Bench In The Park On A Sunny Day A book in my hand, I observedthe geeseAmbling over to me by the bench,Hissing.A row of pointed teeth. Sprays of water shooting upGlittering drops falling onsensible ducks.They cut the water as they swim. A man sat on the benchnext to me - in his handa notebook."Do you come here often?"he asks.I question my instinct. Ravens caw loudly above,a whole crew of themcircling the area.Black against the yellow sun.I look like a foreigner, anartist. It is the man, he has said so.My metal badges clink as Iretrieve a pen from my bag,my metal badges are myforeigner's label