Tag: Pandemic Poetry

Chapter 113: My son’s cinquain poems

Quarantine Poetry by my boy x A Cinquain is a 5 lined poem with the following syllable sequence: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 Awesome Bones Systems (2 syllables) With my bone works (4 syllables) Not crumb(a)ling good thing (6 syllables) Of course my body… Continue Reading “Chapter 113: My son’s cinquain poems”

Chapter 112 : Writers Group Covid19 Skyp

First writers Skype group tonight since corona crazy laid its ugly rotten egg over us all. Little glitchy here and there – but all in all – an awesome night. Didn’t realise how much I would relish seeing familiar faces. It’s all very weird… Continue Reading “Chapter 112 : Writers Group Covid19 Skyp”

Chapter 111: Corona Poetry

Covid19. What an arsehole. Here is today’s thoroughly uplifting efforts. Not your view I walk As in a tomb Live-in ghost room to room I feel Each cranny Every nook I trace I look loving place loving Home warm family meals Navigations Mediations grey… Continue Reading “Chapter 111: Corona Poetry”