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.
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pain. Show all posts

Thursday, 31 October 2013

"A Deeper Pain" (Entry 474)

Shifted beneath unyielding pain,
I dug further to, in hope, that naught remain. 
But as I clawed into my mind. 
The deeper shafts, the more to find. 
Sifted through the depths deep to dwell. 
Only to discover my personal hell.

Tuesday, 18 June 2013

"My Tale" (Entry 337)

Snow White, in her delight,
gets Sleepy and Sneezy and such. 

In my defence, it's not little men,
but seven severe effects
inside my leg. 
Say hello to
Stiff and Sensitive, 
(Owww!)
Stabbing and Sore, 
(That's pain, right now!)
and Spasm and Swollen, 
(Ouch!)
and last, it's Sorrowful. 
(Sorry to be such a grouch!)

No Disney, just dizziness. 
No colour cartoon, life's on a different tune. 
No songs sang. Only nerves pang.
Don't want to wail, but it's no fairy tale.  
It's my days ever after.

Saturday, 8 June 2013

"Complain" (Entry 328)

Dependent and pitied. 
What a life this is. 
To be stuck and reliant. 
I've never been compliant. 
All about power, yes domination. 
Leads to this upset, this frustration. 
Can't throw away the wheels or the sticks. 
Wish there was treatment, a miracle, a fix. 
Alas there isn't, they can't, it's done. 
Even if I turn the mood around. Can't run. 
But I can laugh and smile and play. 
I'll think on that each and every day. 
I may be limited along this rocky road of pain. 
But I'll hold my head high and say, "Can't complain!"

Thursday, 16 May 2013

"My Bane" (Entry 320)

This pain. 
A strain in vein. 
My bane
To which I'm chained. 
So drained. 
Attempt to remain
Sane. 
It's the rain forever
On my plain. 
Will I ever gain?
I train my brain
To feign a campaign 
Of constrain. 
Hard to maintain. 
Let me explain. 
I scream out - 
A shout of words 
Profane and arcane. 
Don't want to complain. 
The inane pain
Has disdain 
For my aim. 
Runs free rein. 
I'm slain,
Once again,
In pain. 

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

"Tender a Surrender!" (Entry 319)

What will this day bring?
Spasm and sting. 
Pain. 
The stain on my personality. 
Deep ache. 
Give me a break!
Throbbing and burn. 
Robbing me of life's turn. 
Cramp and tender. 
White flag a surrender!
Stabbing and strain. 
Forever and again. 

Thursday, 31 January 2013

"Give me a break, headache" (Entry 214)

Head pounds.
Vascular ground.
Mood down.
Desist sound.
Nerves wound
Muscles found
Tight tonight.
Binds and bound.
Teeth grind.
Pain unbidden.
Need to get rid of
this clustered mound.

Saturday, 22 December 2012

"Gone" (Entry 175)

Every morn, the same.
Gone and left lame.
Reliant on help.
Scream in pain and yelp.
Can't hear the cry.
To wait and lie.
Until you return to me.
Don't allow yourself to see.
The dark hole in which I dwell.
My personal daily forgotten hell.

Thursday, 22 November 2012

"Waste of a Life" (Entry 145)

Awake. Too late. Can't move with aches.
Left to fester in sweat and vile.
Count the hours - here awhile.
Attempt to rise, to brush and wash.
This is my life. What a loss!

Saturday, 6 October 2012

"Head Break" (Entry 98)

Smash!
Head cram.
Full of memories breaking out.
Crash!
Brain bam.
Throbbing ache, I could do without.