Walls
The Great Wall Of China
The Wall Of Troy
The Western Wall of Israel
Hadrian’s Wall
The Wall of Berlin
The Nicosia Wall
The Korean Wall
The Nicosia Wall
The Mexico–United States barrier
TheTurkey-Syria barrier
The Hungarian border barrier
Have I left anything out?
Last edited by Danik 2016; 09-04-2016 at 03:14 PM.
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
... an anagrammatic representation of the poemA Wall
"The Red Wheelbarrow" by William Carlos Williams
best a shroud -
gaze within the wind
where the dewcup skies
become richer
and ponder a wall
9/9/2016
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor STATELY
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
Some great entries here guys. You have 24 hours left before I announce the winner.
Such a pity Pendragon withdrew but there were so many great entries and I have found this a very difficult decision.
Walls can be both physical and mental and I love the different takes on the theme you have all come up with. Being very new to all this I'm not sure about forms or type and am simply going with the one that appealed to me most. I appologise if it is not 'the done thing' but here goes.
I declare the winner to be..... Prendrelemick with Hadrian's Wall. Well done.
Congrats Prendrelemick!
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Prendrelemick, congrats!
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Thankyou very much.
Ok we've had Walls, next subject is BRIDGES
Last edited by prendrelemick; 09-12-2016 at 07:45 AM.
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Congratulations prendrelemick. Last night I helped my granddaughter with her poem "Tending Fences" inspired by Maya Angelou's "Caged Bird" and Robert Frost's "Mending Wall". What a joy!
tailor
who am I but a stitch in time
what if I were to bare my soul
would you see me origami
7-8-2015
There is no bridge from here to there.
The river’s flooding down below.
Ten years from now I will not care
That there’s no bridge from here to there
But now the water’s rushing so.
Last edited by YesNo; 09-12-2016 at 10:41 PM. Reason: Thanks to Danik for pointing out the typo.
That's brilliant tailor, Grandaughters are the best thing about getting - shall we say mature.Originally Posted by tailor STATELY
ay up
At the Wooden Bridge
On the pathway of life, up ahead
Is a long and narrow wooden bridge
It connects where I am to where I may be
The opportunity offered, the choice left to me
Does this bridge lead to a new exotic land
Or will it only retrace a path I've already been
I must stop and look at each side of it--
Do I cross this bridge, or should I burn it?
Pendragon
9/12/2016
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
Nice poem, Yes/No, on feels the water flowing throug it. Isn´t there a small typo in the third line?
"I seemed to have sensed also from an early age that some of my experiences as a reader would change me more as a person than would many an event in the world where I sat and read. "
Gerald Murnane, Tamarisk Row
Yes, there is. Thanks for pointing it out, Danik. I'll change the second "now" to "not". I was also thinking of the story you wrote about the flooding when I wrote this.
Safe haven in the storm of life
I cling with fingers numbed and worn.
As all around the sirens chafe
And wind devours my peace of mind.
Above the raging noise of hurt
I hear my name called from the void.
The peace it offers comforts heart
that flutters in this man made cage.
There is no haven from the strife
My fingers scrabble, nails are rent
and tocsins wail as through the grief
I tumble, wind tossed, lost and blind.
Through silent rushing air I burst,
No call to save me or to guide
My soul away from being cursed.
Into the deeps, I am released.
Last edited by Cassie Hughes; 09-15-2016 at 04:39 PM.
Never mind. I learned a new word
Some of us laugh
Some of us cry
Some of us smoke
Some of us lie
But it's all just the way
that we cope with our lives...
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