Summertime Blue(s) Skies by Elizabeth Bauer https://padlet.com/4theloveofwriting/ajon8pkjk52ndu0u 'For everything there is a season, and a time for every [a]purpose under heaven.' Ecclesiastes 3:1-8. en-us 2020-07-08 11:36:19 UTC 2023-09-27 10:05:14 UTC hello@padlet.com The Languish of Love - by Lizzie 4theloveofwriting https://padlet.com/4theloveofwriting/ajon8pkjk52ndu0u/wish/2631239924
A hungry lover
Summer coloured our psyche
We languished in her 


]]> 2023-06-23 21:54:51 UTC https://padlet.com/4theloveofwriting/ajon8pkjk52ndu0u/wish/2631239924 Wild Strawberries carronholmes https://padlet.com/4theloveofwriting/ajon8pkjk52ndu0u/wish/2637878174 I went for a walk yesterday with Paul (my other half) and spied wild strawberries by the path.  We hadn't noticed them at first but once one had appeared, there were more.  Bikes were whizzing past, nobody noticed except us and the birds.  We did leave some for them! (PS - pdf above keeps the intended shape of the poem.)

Wild Strawberries
 
Look,
move closer,
above the leaf litter
a flash of colour.
Way down low,
treasure
lies. 
 
Rubies.
Tiny red jewels
sparkle, hidden beneath
purple ragged robin and 
striped plantain leaves. 
Perfectly ripe
gifts.
 
First,
a surprise.
Then the rest appear.
The veil draws back, reveals
red polka dots on a green
tapestry blanket.
Sweet and
soft.
 
We
pick alone
and share together.
Finds disappear whole
in one delicious motion. 
None make it home.
The soft fruit of 
Summer
sun.
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Hundreds dead at sea
Coastguard lies deepen the pain
The drowned lie in shared rebuke
 
Dave Clinch
July 2023
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226,989 people died in the UK during the Covid-19 pandemic

Here dead we lie, yet we could not envisage
That angry wall of memories in our loved ones’ hearts
Our lives to be sure were just simply the wreckage
From a feckless, entitled herd, partying apart


Dave Clinch (after AE Houseman)
June 2023
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