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Spinning fish flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Today’s TDC says
Look at this fish, spinning and spinning. Write a poem about the fish – bonus points for putting it to music.
Spinning Fish
A fish out of water
Spinning in the ether
Silently, effortlessly, eternally
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Pavement chalk flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Today’s TDC says
Imagine your sidewalk could talk — what would it say, in the form of a small poem or prose?
I wrote a poem about my pavement. We live on a busy road with a school over the road, so there are a lot of people walking up an down throughout the day.
Who’s that walking overhead?
Who’s that walking on my head?
Pounding, stamping on my head
Oh how I wish that you would stop
I took the photo at the top of this post a couple of months ago as I walked up the road to the bust stop.
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UofG Tower from the bridge over the Kelvin flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Today’s TDC says
One of the options on the Write Out 2026 Choice Board is a prompt to consider the voice of a river. You can learn more about the prompt — including a walk through an urban block by Amanda Eke of The Poet Speaks and Puerto Rican poet and educator Mario José Pagán Morales here.
Think of a waterway near you or one that have visited. What would it say if it could speak? What memories might it hold? What wishes?
I chose the River Kelvin, and this is the poem she dictated to me:
The River Kelvin
I meander south
Then wander west
My sisters join me as I flow
Then, hearing a familiar voice
I rush south, as fast as I can
Down past an ancient seat of learning
(Though not as ancient as I!)
And join my mother Clyde to journey on together
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350/365 Lemon Meyer flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Today’s TDC says
Write a three line poem about lemons without using the following words: lemon, yellow, round, fruit, citrus, tart, juicy, peel, and sour.
I wrote a haiku:
Sunlight on a branch
Zesty tingles on the tongue
Summer in a glass
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Berry Heron poem flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Today’s TDC says:
Poet and environmentalist Wendell Berry has died at age 92 Make some art in his memory – maybe illustrate one of his poems or write one inspired by his words.
I love The Peace of Wild Things, so I looked through my Flickr albums and found a photo of a heron, taken last year – probably at Mugdock.
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
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During the month of August I will be participating in Blaugust, a month long blogging challenge.
Virus flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Today’s TDC says:
Write a poem on a nice virus, and add some images.
Bonus points if you make it go viral
Here’s mine:
VIRUS
Viciously lurking,
Invisible till it strikes,
Rapidly spreading,
Unwelcome everywhere,
Sneakily multiplying.
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July weather is unpredictable, from sweltering heatwaves to torrential rain. I take my chances where I can and step outside to enjoy my garden. At the moment my geraniums are glorious – shaded from the worst of the heat by the forsythia above, spreading out across the garden. Today they are shining in the sun.
On a sunny day
Flowwers turn their faces up
Basking in the light
189/365 Geraniums flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
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Cat on a lap flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Loudly shouting for food and treats
Always in the way during Zoom meetings
Creating havoc when the bathroom door is closed
Eyes looking daggers when I stroke the other cat
Yet cuddly and affectionate when she gets her own way
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Pizza flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Tomatoes are red
Rocket is green
This lovely pizza
Is fit for a queen
Olive pizza flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
Tomatoes are red
Olives are green
Another great pizza
Deserves to be seen
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324/365 Wood Pigeon flickr photo by NomadWarMachine shared under a Creative Commons (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0) license
I’d like to eat an ice cream after dark
while picking flowers in the park
I’d like to take a train to Ayr
and paddle in the water there
Instead I sit here warm and dry
and watch the birds fly in the sky