Our ancient ancestors tried to show us how they think
simply by using the tools they had as their pen and ink.
Monthly Archives: Jun 2021
Ronovan writes #Haiku prompt #363
Does a sparrow chirp
finding no desire to sing
by convention pressed
Filed under Self compositions
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #214 Anonymous
Beneath this stone in sacred ground
is buried a man of great renown
but were the words not on the stone
his deeds would be to us unknown
nor details of his valiant life
and how spent with loving wife
all seven sons and daughters three
they were a well renowned family
their names engraved at different stages
as their lives ended across the ages
Filed under Uncategorized
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #136 #Hope springs eternal
Lying prostrate upon the grass
up above looms a soft-edged mass
brings with it a threat of showers
staring down her grey face glowers
then all at once to my surprise
appears a bright mistimed sunrise
bringing anew a hope it may
drive all the sombre clouds away
and if I’m lucky it just might
change their colour from grey to white.
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #362
The weighted drag net
makes the seabed desert dust
Ocean’s Silent Spring
Filed under As you read it, dystopian view, Factual, From the heart, Haiku, Self compositions
Samiscribbles weekend writing prompt #213
And so I am released from my Solar tethers. From this point the world is my oyster although in this case it should read either worlds or eventually galaxy. For I am Voyager two, a small but very significant part of mankind’s plan for an answer to the second most fundamental question. For forty-five years I have been exploring and reporting on the furthest reaches of our close solar system but now I am finally released from programmed paths and orbits. My debt is paid and my solo quest begins. Wish me luck.
Filed under Factual, History, Otherworldly, Self compositions
Ronovan writes #Decima prompt #61 Reflecting upon the loss of a character.
Today we all are wearing black
sporadic laughter, shoulders shake
no sombre silence shades the wake
as all reflect upon old Jack
now at the end of life’s long track
sad member of the widowed club
chose as his second wife the pub
so I think we should raise a toast
to one who did so more than most
and in the act was prone to blub.
Filed under Comic verse, Self compositions
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #135
Me and my mate Horace
were strolling through the forest
when he saw these two up ahead
he turned to me with a smile and said
that horses ass reminds me of my wife Doris
Filed under Uncategorized
Ronovan writes Haiku poetry challenge #361
The vole makes a home
in soft banks where willows weep
a place of refuge
Filed under Uncategorized
Ronovan writes Decima poetry prompt, challenge #60 #”The Man in the Iron Mask”
Concerned I may be thought a freak
the blacksmith set about the task
of constructing an iron mask
thus covering my deformed cheek
so that people would not just shriek
as my cruel mother had done
when she first saw her new born son
when the tearful midwife held me
up so my cold parents could see
their own tainted figure of fun.
Filed under Inspired by fable, Self compositions, Uncategorized
When the pen takes control. 