Struggling to survive.

Windy waffle for Wednesday

Where else would you want to be?

Here, he hears them holler

Anaemic academics adorn archives


Boisterous broadsides being bowled belligerently

Munching memoirs

Tittle tattle talk

Bird brain banter

Paper print produced by the poet’s poet

Capable of cultivating cack-handed codwallop

Pontificating, passing the buck

August 1st and all about, anarchy.

(c) Chris Black. August 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

Daily poem Terza Rima: A summer’s day, a summer’s night

Well worth a share.

Jane Dougherty Writes

Last day of July, the end of the Terza Rima epic. Here is the whole thing. Surprisingly it does more or less hang together as a complete poem.

Heat crackles with shrill insect sounds, and birds

sing songs of sun and baking drought the day,

the night recedes, a tide of vacant words.

I asked the stars if only they would stay

when next the day awakes and fades the night

into the dawn, a paler shade of grey.

Reach the hope that shines out with the light

of each new day though hidden in the veil

of dewy mist that lingers after night.

Though clouds may boil and billow, charged with hail,

sweet birdsong fills the trees where river loud

relates to those who’ll listen, summer’s tale.

Storm beats about this house with heavy cloud,

rain lashes over newly shaven field,

with fierce hands wind lays hay stalks like…

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