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A poem is a little thing
That sings a little song
It hums itself into your head
But then before too long
It starts to itch unbearably,
It scratches at your eyes
Its fingers tighten on your throat
It pecks at your insides.
A poem is a little thing
That sings a little song
The only anti-dote is to
Sing lustily along.

Different Games

How hard could it be, I asked myself,
To walk with words on a page?
For just one month
To hop and skip, jump
And run with words?
I know words! We’ve been friends forever.
We’ve balanced together on really high ledges
Placing our feet heel-to-toe, heel-to-toe,
Arms stretched out, hands hovering.
We’ve snuggled together in blanket tents
Kicked each other’s feet under the table.
We’ve even dive-bombed off pages with loud yells
And surfaced, sputtering, in unlikely pools.
So how hard could it be,
This February Pledge?

But this morning when I came out to play
All my words had run away.

They were playing Hide and Seek.
And I was It.

MY EARLY LIFE

I was born just after “the war”

My first bed a padded out drawer

I survived a bug that was killing

This was a bleak beginning

It continued in this vein for some time

Health was an upward climb

Then when I started school

I was considered to be a fool

I could not read or write

My classmates could all read and write

Oh they said she’s not very bright

I tried and I tried but could not achieve

Then what they said I began to believe

We concentrated on sewing and knitting

By six high quality I was hitting

Neighbours would visit our house

Just to see the jumper or blouse

This child was sewing or knitting

By twelve was quite amaster

And sense began to come from this disaster

I was beginning to read and to write

Which gave them all quite a fright

I was streamed in a B class that year

I was first in exams and its clear

That a fool I was not

It was Dyslexia I’d got

I looked to the future without any fear

Day One and Day Two

I have Day One and Day Two poems up on Turquoise Monster.

The first one Flame/Candle is just what came to mind from the writing exercise.

The second one Seeds is basically a memory from when I was in Kenya during a charity effort in the year 2000.

Feedback would be appreciated 🙂

Day One

Its the 1st and the day of the start

of rhyms that come from the heart

or plucked from the air

with never a care

cos of  WoPoWriMo I am a part

Day Two

My first rhyme done by 1 am

I think myself quite clever

The day goes by

Time’s getting short

The first deadline missed for ever

day 1: I love Jim

Hey ho, lets kill Jim

cut him up, stick him in the bin.

Burn his hair, eat his hat,

S

Here’s where I’ll be putting my haikus

My haikus will appear here

I’m publishing them with git, so you can take a copy of them, make some improvements, and suggest the changes back to me – github have some good tutorials on how at learn.github.com!

Turquoise Monster

Hi!

I’m Saffy/Sarah I’m going to be writing my poems for WoPoWriMo on my poetry blog Turquoise Monster!

I’m also on Twitter as Saffy.

I love getting feed back on my poems too so feel free to comment on my blog or on here 🙂