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Including these classics...
'O Toast! My Toast!'
'The Toaster'
'Toasting'
'A Black, Black Toast'
'A Toastday Poem'
'The Broken Toast'
'Let Toast Be Toast Again'
'I Taught Myself to Love Toast'
'Phenomenal Toast'
'Seeker of Toast'
'There is another toast'
1. Observatory
2. Fatten
3. Religiously
4. Tree
5. Recognizing Birdsong
6. The Explosion
7. Robins in January
8. Birthday
9. Eclipse
10. Transfiguration
11. Sleepy
Last edited by Steven; 04-18-2016 at 02:33 AM.
Ray to rhyme with bay; not Rae to rhyme with bae
Shall I compare thee to a slice of toast?
Thy wit is drier, crunchier, and better.
A breakfast lasts a half an hour at most
and summer's fridge runs often short of butter.
Happy NaPo!
Line Manager
Thank you...happy NaPoing to you, too!
Fun and felicitous PFFA patron
Jesus Crust, this is gonna be a good thread.
Happy NaPoMo!
Fun and felicitous PFFA patron
Did just laugh aloud...Very glad you're still here.
Redesigned
We raise a glass in honour of your arrival shouting '"Toast! Toast!"
Resigned
Fun and felicitous PFFA patron
good luck, signed a breadcrumb!
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Observatory
I walk inside the forest
And already I can see the daffodils
Pushing through the mast.
And every now and then
There is an opening
Of aconites.
Snowdrops rise
Through the broken window frames
Of the coppice branches.
Fun and felicitous PFFA patron
Lovely scene and words...especially the final lines, the imagery ...'broken window frames/Of the coppice branches.'
ex-lion tamer
Yes, nice. I like the poem and there's nothing wrong with any of it. But I wonder if the third stanza might actually be better and have more power as a poem on its own. Maybe worth considering after the month is over, which is a long long long long way away!
soul slasher in training
Sweet little trio here. However, I think I am one of the strange ones, because the coming of Spring always makes me feel a little down. I think I need to relocate to the frozen tundra very soon.
certified napo whacko
Observatory - I like the serene, pretty picture you create. nice opener. enjoyed!
I like to paint images around empty spaces.
My Flickr Photos
Cheesecloth Moon (art, poetry,photography, some ranting, etc
egrobeck (my ArtFire shop)
Cookalas Pretty Things (my shop blog)
Fun and felicitous PFFA patron
strong visuals and the title definitely earns its keep, yes the closing lines are favourite.
Line Manager
Thanks very much for your comments and passing by. Appreciated.
Line Manager
Fatten
The pencil marks
Of winter turn
To paint: thick swathes of green
Brush through the park.
Scratched lines of winter
Now erase: the missing roads
And redwings, the endlessly tall
And reedy wastes of forest.
Mists that hung on winter staves
Now blend with morning green,
Thickening the world.
And things change.
Last edited by Steven; 04-03-2016 at 07:37 PM.
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