As we move through space
We move through time
One controlled
The other inexorable
As the future approaches
We can but hold our head high
Wait for the chances
Have the courage to leap
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The last poem from the challenge I’ve been following for a short while. This poem is in response to the prompt ‘future’.
My poetry is often triggered by landscape
By empty skies and lonely hills
Or the scattered beauty of an archipelago
I struggle
Again and again
To paint with watercolours
What I can paint with words
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Another part of the daily challenge I’m following for a short while. This poem is in response to the prompt ‘landscape’.
Reading on a screen is a hollow sham
Handling a real book
Feeling it’s weight
Looking at its cover
(Often old fashioned)
Turning paper pages
The way a second hand poetry book
Can fall open at a poem
That was once loved
And repeatedly read
By a stranger
All pleasure
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Another part of the daily challenge I’m following for a short while. This poem is in response to the prompt ‘pleasure’.
Poetry is the orphan of silence
Begging for attention
Word spaces and line breaks
Her crutches
Whatever the poem describes to you
Is a shadow
A portion
A flavour
Of what the poet is trying to say
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Another part of the daily challenge I’m following for a short while. This poem is in response to the prompt ‘flavour’. The first line is a quote from the poet Charles Simic.
From Suomenlinna’s low cliffs
Several islands lie
Incomplete and rudimentary
Dusky pink in glinting waves
Seeming large
Until a ferry passes to provide scale
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Another part of the daily challenge I’m following for a short while. This poem is in response to the prompt ‘imperfect’.
….And yes, I skipped yesterday……..busy taking my eldest back to university………
Smoky tendrils reach out to sunlit waters
As Baltic sea mist creeps to Helsinki
Coming to market for Cloud berries perhaps
Ferries leave Market Square and slowly disappear
Once at our island destination
(A cold journey with no sights to see)
The jetty is disembodied
Fragmentary in fog
Walking reveals low rocky terrain
Suddenly a sunlit beach
From where we watch
A second larger island slowly appear
On a journey out of the haze
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Another part of the daily challenge I’m following for a short while. This poem is in response to the prompt ‘Journey’.
My dearest friends do not live close
Scattered across Europe and far beyond
Yet always close to my heart
Even if I cannot see them
Or hug them
When I would want to
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
Part of the daily challenge I’m following for a short while. This poem is in response to the prompt ‘Friend’.
It is your eyes that pierce me
Bright baby blue
In Sicily they marked you
Erroneously
As German
In Jordan, both men and girls followed you
Hoping to see your wonderful eyes again
It is your eyes that hold me
Windowing your soul
In your much loved face
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
For my love, and part of the daily challenge I’m following for a short while. This poem is in response to the prompt ‘Face’.
Splashing as a child in the Channels cold waters
Snorkeling over a Red Sea reef
Tasting the Baltic and finding it sweet
Rather than salt
The glitter path of an Azorean setting sun
North Sea mists drifting onto land
Winter gales foaming the Cornish sea
Cameos of a life on a watery planet
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
The start of an effort to produce a daily poem to prompts. Lets see how I go!
The Cheesesellers Wife 