555 Days... The Continuation

Welcome to 555 Days as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe

Back in 2010, I challenged myself to write a poem or a short verse a day, and post it to a blog. 555 Days as a Poet by The Crafty Scribe is the continuation of the experiment.

I gave myself 18 months to recover from the original daily blog postings, and now, I am ready to start it all over again. Although as I was beginning in the middle of the year, I thought 6 months was too short a time after my last experience.

"If I could complete a year of poems, how about 18 months?" I thought. I worked out that would be 549 days. I could have rounded it up to 550 to included New Years Day 2014, but then I thought I'd go 5 better... to 555 days.

Why 555? According to many spiritual teachers, the number 555 is a sign of change and the flow of energy. I thought it related to the blog. I spent a year writing a poem every day, then rested for 18 months. Now the tide has turned. It's time to begin the flow of words in my life again.

I'm not a trained poet, just an enthusiastic scribe wanting to create something new each day. I don't truly know my stanza from my meter, but I hope to improve and get my poetic license someday! Expect the weird, the strange and the inner workings of the Crafty Scribe's mind. Let's ride the waves once more.

Please pass on the blog address to all your verse and lyrical loving friends. I hope you will join me, and read my daily scribbling.
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Friday, 20 December 2013

"Broken into the Past" (Entry 508)

The casket broke.
Unknown space behind 
oak panel slid open.

Documents and treasures spilled to floor,
running secrets of hot lava, 
sorching plans.

The past finally breathe
the air while those 
around gasped.

All but one.
Quicker than age with belie,
bent to grasp.

Dull brooch with diamond chips,
and a story not, this day, 
to be broached.

Thursday, 21 March 2013

"Serf or Toff - Seer/Seared" (Entry 263)

Behind the evergreen fence.
Beyond the gated castle wall.
There is an unknown place,
The world and evil's all.
In here, you're safe - well guarded.
A precious object protected.
Or really a prisoner by other name.
When your pleas to leave are rejected.
For if experience is not allowed,
and discovery is forbidden.
Are you then slave or king,
when life beyond is hidden?

Friday, 8 March 2013

"Alone and On View" (Entry 251)

Room with no windows,
the grey padded cell.
Viewed by guards cameras.
His own private hell.
Hidden in plain sight.
Watch him yell.
Lost and alone.
As you might tell.
This is no home, no house,
No place to dwell.

Thursday, 7 March 2013

"Hidden from Sight" (Entry 250)

They kept it locked, cased in special place,
within the museum vaults.
For in its hideousness, it was still precious,
even with all its faults.
Kept within a box behind glass and metal,
so no-one could peer to find
and far away, to stay, from visitors' view,
for to see it - you will go blind.