Poetry Blogs (trip)
2 little girls
the back seat
3 bags of candy
from too many yummies
By Lynn Hahn
Saturday 28th January 2017 1:19 am
riding through the wild ways
the green lays
the driven baize
by the rain brilliant
sun strafed degenerate rays
every crested rise
revealed an air superior
gray dicing the mazarine,
slicing the fourteen plus,
and where I should have been
no storied moral here
just a simple trip
Thursday 14th November 2013 9:23 pm
they promised us "no rain" but
here we are
at the aptly named Water Lane
where the trees, be-whiskered of finger,
stroke their leaf free, would be, chins
bemused by roots once dry and thin now
fat and drunk
so let’s begin
we passed a fox
we passed a hound
but then a somewhat grisly mound
and from that point south ...
Saturday 5th January 2013 8:31 pm
Together we go to the nuclear bunker in York.
You wear red and black how Goth.
You’re my pipistrelle bat.
How special is our day out but we hav...
Monday 27th February 2012 11:54 pm
INTO MY MIND
Monochrome images swirl and collide on the surface of my mind,
round and round they go through the loops and coils of my brain.
Slowly they submerse themselves in colour, so much colour more
than in a rainbow.
Every image and sight I have ever seen is in here all waiting to show
themselves when the time is right.
The alcohol I had earli...
Saturday 1st October 2011 3:13 pm