on time

Remember walking?
Sun breaking through fresh-formed leaves
Ancient paths through oaks

~

CLP 28/05/2023

on AI

something wrote haiku
human future uncertain
surge to buy tech stocks

~

n.b. Absolutely, 100% predictable, investments in technology corporations are rocketing in direct proportion to rising fears of the ability of AI to end the Anthropocene.

To be quite frank, we’re doing a pretty good job of writing ourselves into the fossil record, so maybe time something else gave running the planet a go.

Trouble is, investor people, the money will be worth nothing if there’s no one to use it.

Then again, there is plenty of the folding stuff sitting around in the pockets of those who have plenty, while millions have insufficient to live healthily, so do what you like. Money clearly isn’t for everyone.

CLP 26/05/2023

on light

despite everything
you are something quite special
breath-taking beauty

~

CLP 25/05/2023

on colour

nothing matches green
not even green matches green
every leaf a gem

~

CLP 18/05/2023

on time

Rough old seaside town
When not putting on a front
Can be quite charming
~

n.b. Brighton, if you were asking. Yes, I know it is a city now, but not when I first knew it.

CLP 16/05/2023

Lunch Poems

Madam, are you ready to order?
Something simple to start? Perhaps, a haiku?

No, thank you. I'll have the senryū.
That's not often chosen. Rare.

An excellent choice, madam. For the main?
Something from that epic list of Specials.

We have a delightful Shakespearean Sonnet!
I'll try one. Traditional, something to get my teeth into.

Would you like that in blank verse
Or with rhyming couplets?

Hmm. Rhyming couplets? A couple.
Oh, and with an entrendre, double

Ooh! Does Madame like things saucy!
Some greens too, a Limerick? Mais oui!

Something to drink? We have a Quatrain
I'd prefer Villanelle. I love it's complexity.

So sorry, the last bottle went last night.
Oh, ok. A Sestina will be alright.

Thank you, madame. Will that be all?
Thank you. Please add it to my epitaph


Merci.
Merci, madame.

~

n.b. Here we go again. NaPoWriMo 2023. Today’s prompt, a book cover. Mine, Lunch Poems by Frank O’Hara, published in the Pocket Poets Series, Number 19.

CLP 01/04/2023

on colour

grey grey grey grey grey
grey grey grey grey grey grey grey
white blackthorn blossom

~

n.b. Thank goodness for the flowers on a day like this!

CLP 29/03/2023

on rain

caught on fresh buds
jewels refract glint of light
supplicant flowers

~

n.b. In England, as Spain, rain is becoming a rare commodity. A joy to feel it fall, fresh on skin.

CLP 28/03/2023

on light

breakers of blossom
crash over grey slate rooftops
rising tide of spring

~

CLP 25/03/2023

on time

air soft as petals
white, yellow, pink, now red
floral procession

~

n.b. Carpets of snow drops, followed by primroses, above us cherry blossom, now quince in this hedge; bluebells shimmering in woodland next.

CLP 25/03/2023