Palindrome Poem

I read a timely post yesterday by Annika Perry on the value of, and more importantly the cost of, writing for and entering competitions – Ironically, I had been writing a poem to enter in a competition this morning, but hadn’t checked the small print… it was only open to members. Paying members. There didn’t even seem to be an option to pay to enter this one competition – it was all geared up for monthly membership, which I’m not interested in. So, their loss (!) is your gain – I’ve included it below. Completely for free. Just for you 🙂

This is a palindrome poem. It reads the same backwards as forwards. This is the first I’ve tried…

exposed wounds
feeling without love
friendship cresting
begets attraction, expectation
beguiling touch of reality
love eclipse
supernova emotions explode
explode emotion’s supernova
eclipse love
reality of touch
beguiling expectation
attraction begets
cresting friendship
love without feeling
numbness wounds


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I Miss You

Lying in a strange bed
My thoughts all turn to you
So many miles between us
Even more until we’re through

I’m picturing your smile
As you read out these lines
Going over each word
Looking for the signs

You’re the fire in my head, my dear,
The breath against the ear,
That sends a thousand shivers;
Brings a solitary tear

So I lie alone and shiver
Dreaming of only you
So many miles between us
Even more until we’re through



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The Pretty Words

Round up all the pretty words
Toss them on the coals
Watch them scream and smoulder
Bonfire of the souls

Gather up the nice words
Spew them on the pyre
Feed them to the hungry flame
Dancing ever higher

The pleasant, perky, perfect words
Shred them one by one
Confetti-cast that catalogue
Into this parody of the sun

The beautiful, buoyant, bonny words
Line up by the door
Await their fate without a fight
We need them here no more


I’ve recorded an audio version of this HERE



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Haiku – Haunted

Strange days are turning.
Rough deeds beget dust, no more,
Haunted by my past

Rough ghosts assail me
Strange fruits turn to dust and ash
Clogging in my maw

It’s the ghost of her.
Dust turning in eve’s strange light
Rough-forms her image

I cry.


Written for secret keeper’s weekly poem prompt, using – ghost rough dust strange turn.



Something Missing

Summer’s streamers rose on
Something more than two.
Hearts conjoined in clarity
We two, we happy few.

But the Earth revolves around the sun;
Each season has its day.
Sandy summer beaches set
And harden into clay.

Love’s the cruelest teacher;
These lessons are hard-won.
Now I sit here all alone,
Something less than one.


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