Just thought that I'd share my latest poetic attempts which I produced for my latest Open University assignment. This one was quite a challenge for me as we had to write 2-3 poems, totaling 40 lines, using different techniques. I found it quite hard to write in this almost calculated way, but I'm sure that it's been good for me. This course is definitely stretching me and is more difficult than I anticipated. But with my new motto courtesy of Bitstrips and Maya Angelou I'll get there.
I hope you enjoy my efforts.
Christmas cheer!
When
Christmas comes we the hit the shops once more,
To
find the perfect gift that will enthrall.
We
trudge our weary way from store to store,
We
blindly weave our way through every mall.
We
walk past people sleeping on the streets
Ignoring
outstretched hands and rattling tins.
Our
minds intent on bringing Christmas treats
To
those already blessed with everything.
And
hospices where people go to rest!
Their
families distraught, hearts full of pain.
A
lonely man decides it’s for the best
If,
tomorrow he does not wake up again.
And
so the season of good will transcends
The
peace on earth and goodwill towards men. (14 lines)
Isabel Johnstone 2014 ©
Secret self
No
one really knows me!
Not
the real me, the secret me.
Hidden
deep within, in a safe
and
only I have the key.
I
have a doppelganger
who,
turns up every day,
wears
my clothes, walks in my shoes,
drives
my car.
My
friends all think it’s me,
the
real me, but if I dared
to
let the real me out,
would
they stay?
A
Pandora’s Box full of
my
deepest, darkest secrets
that,
must not be allowed
to
break free.
It’s
a heavy burden!
I
think I’d rather
have
a picture,
hidden
in the attic. (20 lines)
Isabel Johnstone 2014 ©
A Silent Place
The
mist swirls silently around me seeping into my bones.
I
stop and listen, but silence surrounds me like an invisible cloak.
I
shudder as the seclusion and solitude sinks in.
I
have never wanted to be alone, adrift in the sea of my own thoughts,
with
time to think on things that I’d rather forget.
Yet,
here I am in this silent place, unsure of how I arrived. (6 lines).
Isabel Johnstone 2014 ©
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