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.

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

"Terrific Scientific" (Entry 548)

Molecules agitation 
Supercool migration
Magnetic reflection
Genetic selection 
Thermal dispersion
Epidermal inversion
Atmospheric transmission
Numeric ambition
Terrific motion
Scientific devotion

"Stoke and Shivers" (Entry 547)

Cold seeps and instills
Icy diffusion into 
All it caresses

Saturday, 28 December 2013

"Just A Little More?" (Entry 546)

Turkey still to be eaten?
Leftovers brunch, or are you beaten?
Bored of cheese boards and pies minced piled high,
Or that evening buffet you just can’t walk by?
Sherry, liqueurs and brandy and port.
Too much for the liver, or ready for another snort?
A belly full of tasty, or the thought makes you pasty?
There’s still much more to munch. 
(Remember New Year’s? Another lunch!)

"It's A Cracker!" (Entry 545)

Last cracker pulled.
A snap of last pop.
Toy of bright plastic,
Unsold in a shop.
A cracker’s for Christmas, only one day.
Rest of the year, never a thought comes their way.

Mirth mists dissipated
from bad jokes hidden yawn.
Hat lays discarded,
Ripped and forlorn.
Joy that they gave, gone in a flash.
Cardboard gather together and into the trash.

"Another Day to Party!" (Entry 544)

Will you be a mellow fellow?
Or shop the sales, and fight the gales?
Don’t clash and bash,
Or ration the passion. 
Don’t debate the hate,
Just adore and more.
Go on, pound to the sound
from the jukes-boxing day rocking way!
Sashay, play and PAR-TAY!

Wednesday, 25 December 2013

"Rejoice" (Entry 543)

Stable born this day
Celebrate a life’s new start
Praise, rejoice and sing

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Merry Christmas, everyone!

"Have You Been Good?" (Entry 542)

Stretch up on tiptoes,
Pink bunny slippers falling away at heels,
To reach the crack in the door,
Where the wood warped over the years, 
To leave a slither of hope. 
Tiny slash of light,
Draws you forth, tempting a look. 
To glimpse delights within. 
Try to cling to polished oak. 
Balance lost!
Teddy bear tumbles along. 
(Wordlessly, uncomplaining of his treatment.)
Grab hold of brass handle,
Careful! Don't turn or rattle. 
Meant to be in bed, 
Beyond sleep and playing in the realm of dreams. 
Hold breath and steady,
To catch the fragments of delight through the crack. 
Clink of chandelier!
Crystal droplets sing in the draught of the movements beneath. 
Sharp tang of pine,
Branches heavy with glass of colour and light. 
Then there...
There!
See? See!
Mission accomplished!
Parcels. Wrapped in varicolour spectacle.
Santa has been. 
A good girl after all!