A Daily Challenge for December

[Paulclem]

Sat in a Café Window

I'm here.
A solid
presence in town.
My universe central.
I am.

I am,
in cafes.
The glass between
mirrors me upon crowds.
A part.

Apart.
Like a ghost's
hard, cold, glass touch.
Faces drift, I lose sight.
Alone.

Edit; - Ooops - I over syllabified a line there. Corrected now.

[Paulclem]

Today's offering.

Ideas

My thoughts
run wildly.
Ideas bleed.
Congeal them into a
poem.

[cacian]

great pieces Paulclem. inspirational indeed.

basic
intrinsic
but never strict
it bounces like a flick
then click

[Paulclem]

Thanks Cacian. Looks like you're gearing up well.

A couple more.

Fatigue

Fatigue,
Ill fitting,
like a tight hat,
presses my frontal lobe.
Long blinks.

Solace

Old guys
seek solace -
8 am pint
in their memory pubs.
Not home.

[virtuoso]

Paulclem, your series of cinqku on the cafe topic is very good. You are getting good!

[Paulclem]

Thanks. You and Cacian are making the thread interesting!

Opinions

My voice.
A freedom.
I can speak out,
vent many opinions.
A right.

My right.
Circumscribed
by many mouths,
the scattergun voices
of crowds.

Huge crowds,
like sturgeon,
spawning all views,
but then fertilising
just one.

[Paulclem]

First Christmas Tree

First tree,
lights, baubles,
in Christmas shops.
That warm glow effect for
pockets.



Numbers

Numbers.
Dates stack up.
Relentlessly
Piling digits on more
headstones.

[cacian]

partial
seductive
knowing, artum,
would flip, strict, uneasy
and slip

[Paulclem]

Existentially Ill

Headache.
Cold virus
or awareness
of my mortality?
Maybe...

Panning

Notebooks.
Full of thoughts.
Good, bad, ugly.
I'll wade in and pan for
poems.

Onset of Winter

Town park.
The ducks swim
in floating leaves.
White seagulls edge the lake
like ice.

[Paulclem]

A Film of Time


Like films,
our time rolls.
We capture scenes
of smiles in photo frames.
Frozen.

Frozen.
Each set stilled.
Chaos composed
into the story of
our time.

And time
reminds us;
Grandma's photo
on the wall yells out the
last cut.

[cacian]

I enjoyed the last trio Paulclem you are sure becoming a master of this form
I have yet to try a trio it looks difficult and one needs the flow concentration for it.

[prendrelemick]

Another couple. I find that just making half an hour gives me time to write something - even on a busy day. Each poem probably costs me the price of a coffee though.

Sixteen.
Young and keen.
That first spring flush,
intently becoming
no-one.

Ahh you've nailed that one Paul.

[cacian]

profound
honest counts
a lie with frust
then pulls it out with trust
feels just

adjust
each word first
with synonym
then apply antonym
for worse

for worse
and for good
love is your mood
marry it with the good
you should

[Paulclem]

Thanks Mick and Cacian.

So you tried the three stanza form cacian? Excellent. How are you finding fitting your style to the form?

Coffee

Coffee.
Hot. Bitter.
A good mindslap
for morning torpors and
life-sleep.

[Paulclem]

So it's nearly December. Are you ready for the poem a day challenge? One poem - in a form of your choice - per day in December.

Cacian and Virtuoso - are you going to use Cinkqu? I'm going to go with this form - I'm still enjoying it, and the three stanza form presents an extra challenge.

What do you reckon - should we continue with this thread or start a new one for the December month?

Here's today's offering.

Single Meal

Café.
Single meal.
Middle aged man
staring outside. Having
his chips.

Dad's Last Fight

Black eyes.
His last fight
at fifty-five.
Embarrassed because he
lost it.

A Gilliam-esque Nightmare

Taxis,
shiny black,
lurk in side streets
to swallow passengers
for cash.