Windowlight poems on Hello Poetry

Poetria Mar 2016

Shutters down,

No windowlight,

Not a single sound.

A scratching quill,

A windowsill;

A couple of flyaway pages.

Scribbling down

My Incoherent muse',

Desperate attempts

At a poem or two.

Trying to find

A you and I

In this world

I've created.

#love

Lawrence Hall Nov 2018

Love and the Sunday Funnies (public access)

Love and the Sunday Funnies

We will not turn on the radio today
We will repudiate its veto over us
We will silence its news and its noise
We will not wait upon its appointed hours

We will sit in the windowlight and read
Maybe the Great Books, or maybe the funnies
-The funnies!
Let’s read the funnies to each other, and laugh
About Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree

And joyfully fling the funnies and ourselves
Upon the sunbeams, all over the floor

Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

My vanity publications are available on amazon.com as bits of dead tree and on Kindle: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.

Lawrence Hall Nov 2018

Love and the Sunday Funnies

We will not turn on the radio today
We will repudiate its veto over us
We will silence its news and its noise
We will not wait upon its appointed hours

We will sit in the windowlight and read
Maybe the Great Books, or maybe the funnies
-The funnies!
Let’s read the funnies to each other, and laugh
About Charlie Brown and his kite-eating tree

And joyfully fling the funnies and ourselves
Upon the sunbeams, all over the floor

Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is:
Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com.
It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

My vanity publications are available on amazon.com as bits of dead tree and on Kindle: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.

l0ser Oct 2019

The Muted Beige Monophony

Purples, blues, greens, pinks.
Colours of my mind,
when a wondrous sound rings.

Whispers and wardrobes and windowlight winks.
Invitations transport me.
Purples, blue, greens, pinks.

Fears and sorrys and hurting word stings.
i can supress all those,
when a wondrous sound rings.

Wishing and wonder and winding i thinks.
i’m enchanted by colours.
Purples, blues, greens, pinks.

But i do, and i am, and i wanted not and things.
i’m reminded of those,
when a wondrous sound rings.

i’ll do, and i’ll dream.
i’ll sorry and i’ll seem.
Purples, blues, greens, pinks,
When a wondrous sound rings.

#villanelle #formpoem #colour

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