...Specifically: October 2023 + December 2023 + April 2024 + August 2024
Yes, I know this is a weird combination of months.
Honestly? I kept forgetting to make the graphics, and it just ended up this way 😅
Those with screen readers - the poetry is in the alt-text of the graphics, with forward slash marks for line breaks
Yes, you read the post title correctly - this is the Micropoetry wrap-up for May and June.
Yes, you are correct - it is August.
Why am I so late with this?
A combination of 'haven't got around to it,' and 'just plain forgot.' (Sorry! 😅 )
The first one is written in my accent/dialect, because that's the way it was rattling around my head, so that's the way it got posted.
...It was the only way to stop it from going round and round in my head, OK?
I don't think it's that incomprehensible but then... it's also how I talk. So... *shrugs*
(And yes, I do say 'aye' to mean 'yes' sometimes in regular conversation. Many people here do. #NowYaKnow)
Here we are then, May and June's micropoetry:
As always, for those using screen-readers, the poetry will be in the alt-text of the graphics with / marks for line-spaces.
This poem was originally published by me in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle, for the writing prompt 'writing as a breathing organism'
Created
‘There is something at work in my soul, which I do not understand.’ — Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
It's still February, so this post is not late 😉
So, with no further ado to-do (...I don't know either,) let's get some Micropoetry.
As always, the poetry will be in the alt-text for those using screen-readers, with / marks showing the line breaks.
More Micropoetry!
And yes, this covers both October and November, because I decided to combine them for... efficiency. Yeah, let's call it efficiency. 😅
As always, the poetry will be in the alt-text of the images for those using screen readers, with / marks for the line breaks.
Yes, I know it's the end of October.
It took me a while to sort the graphics out - just the way it goes sometimes, I don't know what to tell you.
(By the way, you will be getting a Micropoetry post for my October Micropoetry soon (...ish))
Shall we get some Micropoetry, though, yeah?
Come on then! (Lol.)
As always, for those using screen-readers, the poetry is in the alt-text, with / marks showing line breaks.
September was pretty good, on the whole.
For me - not for like, the Royal family, or the British economy, or the numerous wars and natural disasters etc.
...I'ma get back to me now 😅
Yeah - I kind of trotted along, for the most part, just doing what I do.
Keeping metaphorically swimming and all that jazz.
Making some progress on this 'n' that, y'know?
...I'm not great at explaining things from my life so that they sound exciting 😅
This poem was first published in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle (TBIAN), for the prompt 'is writing a source of income for you? or more a hobby? or both? How do you balance these roles?' set by Lucy Dan (editor of TBIAN)
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I've been writing a lot of poetry lately -
(mainly over on Medium, but don't worry - it all gets cross-posted here on Dora Reads eventually, I promise!)
- And it led to me thinking (as I do,) about the Point of View (POV) in poetry.
See, the 'I' in poetry is called the 'speaker' - because that's the person who's speaking.
But the speaker is not always the same as the poet.
July wasn't as awful as June.
Which is a heckava low bar, but one that's worth having!
My energy levels still weren't at their tippity-toppest after having Covid, and then the heatwave came.
Dear Lord, the heatwave came.
I am one grumpy bear in the heat - like, I get so pi**ed off, at pretty much everyone and everything - and we had record-breaking temperatures here in the UK. Again.
It was relentless, and climate change is both real and horrendous. London was on fire. I don't mean that metaphorically.
Poetry time dearest nerdlets!
This poem was first published in the Medium publication The Brain Is A Noodle (TBIAN), for the prompt 'Slow Consumption' set by Lucy Dan (editor of TBIAN)
Forge
I'm ready now...
Micropoetry time! (Yay!)
So, I only wrote one piece of micropoetry in April, and one in May.
The April one is haiku... because sometimes my brain provides me with haikus *shrugs*
As always, if you're using a screen-reader, the poetry itself is in the alt-text of the graphics, and line-breaks are marked by / marks.
All my Micropoetry from March!
...I have literally no clue where either of these came from.
Should I blame the universe again? Yeah, why not let's blame the universe again.
The universe made me write these! Including the haiku! (Lol.)
I originally wrote this poem and published it on Medium -
- because Iris B. Stehn over there was doing a writing prompt, so I wrote it for that.
I figured I'd share it here so that you could all see it too, 'cos I'm nice like that. 😊
Micropoetry time!
*cue imaginary jingle of your choice*
These are a bit more *waves hands vaguely* context-dependent than my usual micropoetry, so a little background info:
The second one (let's start at the end, why not?) is kinda based in all the sh** going down in the world right now.
The first one is very specifically about Partygate.
I actually posted it on Twitter with hashtags calling for Boris Johnson to resign, so yes #political. You know I don't care whether you agree with me or not, and that's fine.
And I'm overly-pleased with myself for the 'Eton mess' bit, which probably makes zero sense to those of you who aren't British, but at least I amused myself!
So here we are, February's Micropoetry!
As always, for those using screen readers, the poetry is in the alt-text with / marks showing line breaks.
