Poetry challenge Sayings: the entries

It was interesting to see the very different sayings that you have taken to heart. There’s possibly a message in there if you want to analyse it 🙂

First one in was from Kim. One of my favourites this week.

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”

Broken Clock | writing in north norfolk

 

Kat Myrman with

Just breathe”

Just Breathe | like mercury colliding…

 

Peter Bouchier with a veritable collage of Dutchlish

All we are saying

 

Another tremendous medley of hard-hitting sayings from Doug, the Elusive Trope, with music.

Laboring | Elusive Trope

 

When I said Kim’s poem was one of my favourites, I’d be hard pressed to say which one’s weren’t my favourites. Ken’s poem is hopelessly romantic.

“The time of our lives.”

The Time of Our Lives | rivrvlogr

 

Kerfe gives us a lesson in how to be creative.

“Method in his madness.”

Mitchell Thread #7 | method two madness

 

Carol’s reverent

“Burning the midnight oil.”

My Time~Free Verse | WritersDream9

 

Janice sent this one that many of us will empathise with

“Let sleeping dogs lie.”

Let sleeping dogs lie–Jane Dougherty Poetry Challenge #11 | Ontheland

 

Geoff Le Pard with a first, playing with the saying:

“See the glass half full.”

Mum’s cup was half full
Never one to moan
Make do and mend
A mantra driven home
By constant repetition
In every little way
Forget about tomorrow
Live your life today
She smiled through frustration
And turned her back on pain
Every time she fell far short
She’d stand and start again.
But of all the cliched lessons
She taught me without words
It was her lack of judging
Other people’s deeds
It’s all about the choices
That each of us can make
You may want to smile
But allow him his grimace
Her personal philosophy
Might be summarised thus:
Let each be as they want to be
And never make a fuss.

 

Merril’s is entitled Resolute in hope but it’s really about sayings in general, musings on the people who use them, and our ancestors who thought them up, passed them on to be mangled, translated and remangled. Nice one.

Resolute in Hope | Yesterday and today: Merril’s historical musings

Thank you all for finding the time over the festivities to take a break and write a poem for this challenge. You can’t say it wasn’t worth it 🙂 Tomorrow’s challenge is going to be…harder.

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Whatever befalls

Another hell or high water poem.

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Whatever befalls,

Wherever you walk,

Through hell or high water,

Into the dark of hopeless night,

Or the glassy chaos of wild waves crashing,

Remember my hand in yours,

My love about you,

A lifeline tied to the steadfast star.

Triolet: Hell or high water

Taking up my own challenge with this rather gloomy number.

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Come hell or high water, still I wait,

Though dawn breaks slow upon these lonely hills,

When this night dies it may well be too late.

Come hell or high water, still I wait,

Where lingering shadows drift before the gate,

And no light from the morning sun yet spills.

Come, hell or high water, still I wait,

Though dawn breaks slow upon these lonely hills.

Poetry challenge 11: Sayings

For this last challenge of 2015, I thought we could do a theme poem rather than one in a particular form. Up to you to choose how you do it, but the challenge is to write a poem using a familiar saying. The one I chose was ‘as the crow flies’.

Here are some examples:

Keep the wolf from the door

One swallow does not a summer make

Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings

Straight from the horse’s mouth

A cat has nine lives

A cat can look at a king

Curiosity killed the cat

Burning the midnight oil

Cross that bridge when we come to it

Let sleeping dogs lie

Kill two birds with one stone

Once in a blue moon

Method in my madness

Steal someone’s thunder

Every cloud has a silver lining.

 

And this is my crow flies poem.

Photo ©Plismo

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As the crow flies,

Light dies,

Ragged wingbeats slow,

Steady as the ocean’s flow.

Wingbeats, oarstrokes, funeral barque,

Carrying some soul into the dark.

 

As the crow flies,

Light dies,

Funeral barque,

Rows into the dark.

 

Have fun writing, keep sane over the New Year festivities, and see you in 2016.