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.

Sunday, 30 September 2012

"Excitement by the Plateful" (Entry 92)

Beans in the centre bowl.
Chips surround in straight succession - rank and file.
Carefully structured turned to watch the main meat.
The Big Sausage! 
He's here!
Look at his tan!
Watch him sizzle!
Beans fall over themselves to be near.
The fries look on from their raised positions, 
and crackle and crisp at the behaviour,
but sigh, and wonder why, the beans got in their first.

Saturday, 29 September 2012

"Eden Eliminated" (Entry 91)

The birds stopped singing.
A sudden silence,
driven by madness,
hidden away beneath a cryptic cave - a secret bunker.
Begun by a button depress - depressing.
Over idiotic land dispute.
A-fence-on-my-boundary sort of bicker.
Foolhardy senselessness - that obliterated 'the fence'
and the whole garden with it.
They blew up the Earth.
Eden no more.

Friday, 28 September 2012

"Deeper Hued Jealousy" (Entry 90)

She is SHE.
The female who lives with jealousy.

When he leaves and says one place.
It is true, or a Janus two-face?

She wonders if she dwells in lies?
Does he go elsewhere for highs?

Her intuition stirs these stories.
An emerald-eyed woman wrapped in mores.

Thursday, 27 September 2012

"A Sad Loss" (Entry 89)

Distant memory.
I know it's there,
beyond my grasp,
out of my control.
I know it's there.
That point in time,
when energy lifted
and
I laughed.
But, in my gloom gouges,
those arcaned recesses of my mind,
I can't remember
what
made me
laugh.

Wednesday, 26 September 2012

"Rain Like Forever" (Entry 88)

Once again.
It seemed like forever.
Rain.
And more.
Rain, heavy on the windows.
And in the gutters.
Lakes, to burst in overflow.
On the streets and roads,
oil slick dangerous.
Rain.
Colour washed skies,
tumble dyed to hide somewhere in those clouds.
Wanting to part.
To move on with their lives.
Except for now.
Rain, heavy on windows,
and weighing down their hearts.

Tuesday, 25 September 2012

"Met. For the first time." (Entry 87)

Eyes met. A smile across reception desk.
Shy hello. Blush of cheek for a handsome fellow.
Keys passed. A shock of hand, a love to last.

Monday, 24 September 2012

"Goodbye" (Entry 86)

Saying goodbye
as sun departs.
Access denied at summer's end.
Stolen childhood.
Separated hearts.
Darkened days with mourning to tend.