A little more nonsense from a poetic prompt

Well now I was missing my regular weekly writing prompt due to Easter and so I turned to google this week.Well I looked at many different prompts before I found one which seemed to turn my head. It was actually about morning being the best time for magic (?) well who knew, but I added a soupcon of another prompt and this poem developed on the page (or screen as it happened).

You might know that the weather is a standard, fall-back topic of conversation for us Brits because of our wonderfully creative weather and a the fact that we are really quite reserved when meeting and talking to people. In fact I have written many time before about various aspects of the weather. For example:- A Blast From The Past,  My Poetry Takes A New Direction,  The Wind And I.

In fact just browsing thru this blog for these few examples I realise I have written more poems about "Morning" and different aspects of a new day. I find that I have sadly forgotten many; I guess I need to sort out another book of poems.

Anyway where was I, oh yes - a title? What else but, "Morning In The Rain". Not very catchy, but I always have problems with titles. Usually the last thing I do with a poem.

Morning In The Rain

Another rare morning

Spring in the air

A red sky is warning

I'd better beware

You know what they claim

The weather could turn 

A whole new ball-game

Will I ever learn

Don't trust the weather

Mom always advised

You'll find that its never

worthy of compromise

So dress for comfort

But back-up your choice

You know that you ought

To heed mom's good advice

Another thin morning

It's cool, beginning to rain

Can't stand here talking

Nice to meet you again

Well that's it, hope you liked it. Hardly cartries an earth shattering message but then that's me. Down to earth and real.

Finally - a new poem

I have been so busy learning to play the ukulele and painting again that writing has been on the back-burner for longer than I care to think; hence the long break since my last post. There is only so much time in the day unfortunately.

But writing is never very far from my mind, in fact I wrote a song a couple of weeks ago so maybe the time's may be a-changing?

But what bought this change about? Well last weekend, we spent a few days in Brighton and did a little shopping in the lanes. My wife persuaded me to buy a red paisely shirt. Not honestly my style, but she decided that I needed to have something a little outrageous in my dottage. It will do for ukulele concerts, I guess. Anyway, Whilst the rest of the party spent a couple of hours tramping around The Royal Pavilion, I sat in the sun and took out my notebook and decided to WRITE A POEM. Yes, it was a conscious decision. But what should be the topic of my endeavour? Why, my new red shirt. I don't need big stories to get me writing - so here it is:-

A new Shirt.

Today, I purchased a brand new shirt

A little bit red but, OK;

It's colourful, patterned

Will stand out in a crowd,

Wearing it makes a statement,

"This is me, and I'm proud"

To be just a little bit different.

Just for once in my life

I'll stand tall

So don't tell me it's flash;

Nothing so rash!

It's just a little bit loud

- That's all.

Just a little bit of fun really - no hidden messages, etc. Not my usual style but maybe that's because I have not been over-zealous with the lineage. I have not sweated over the number of syllables as I might once have done. The next thing is to record it, and embed the recording on the post. You can then hear how I think it should be read.

Anyway, the long abstinence is over. I am hoping that my writing will become part of my life once again.