I wrote this as I realised that most of my previous work was fixated on my thoughts & emotional feelings rather than what I saw, heard, smelt, tasted & felt physically. In writing this I challenged myself to stop living in my head so much & just allow things to be & experience them as they are.
I walk in my garden & what do I see
smiling right back at me?
Yellow roses, red roses, orange roses too.
Purple roses, pink roses & roses of every hue.
I walk in my garden & what do I hear?
The sound of birdsong which fills me with cheer.
I walk in my garden & what do I smell?
A scent nicer than any perfume they sell.
I walk in my garden & what do I feel?
The feeling of grass that my pains do heal.
I walk in my garden & pick some mint?
What does it taste like? You don't need a hint.
I wrote this as I realised that most of my previous work was fixated on my thoughts & emotional feelings rather than what I saw, heard, smelt, tasted & felt physically. In writing this I challenged myself to stop living in my head so much & just allow things to be & experience them as they are.
I walk in my garden & what do I see
smiling right back at me?
Yellow roses, red roses, orange roses too.
Purple roses, pink roses & roses of every hue.
I walk in my garden & what do I hear?
The sound of birdsong which fills me with cheer.
I walk in my garden & what do I smell?
A scent nicer than any perfume they sell.
I walk in my garden & what do I feel?
The feeling of grass that my pains do heal.
I walk in my garden & pick some mint?
What does it taste like? You don't need a hint.
Great challenge and great poem! Way to go Lady Ann! 🙏🏼🎆💜
I wrote this as I realised that most of my previous work was fixated on my thoughts & emotional feelings rather than what I saw, heard, smelt, tasted & felt physically. In writing this I challenged myself to stop living in my head so much & just allow things to be & experience them as they are.
I walk in my garden & what do I see
smiling right back at me?
Yellow roses, red roses, orange roses too.
Purple roses, pink roses & roses of every hue.
I walk in my garden & what do I hear?
The sound of birdsong which fills me with cheer.
I walk in my garden & what do I smell?
A scent nicer than any perfume they sell.
I walk in my garden & what do I feel?
The feeling of grass that my pains do heal.
I walk in my garden & pick some mint?
What does it taste like? You don't need a hint.
Great challenge and great poem! Way to go Lady Ann! 🙏🏼🎆💜
Thank you very much, Lady Divine.
I nearly stopped writing a few weeks ago because I was on a creative writing course & the response to the question prompts didn't have a rhyme on every line at 1st. (He said it was supposed to be a poem but I didn't think that.)
This was my 1st response:
Glasgow is the fog, the smog & rain pouring down.
It is like a river, mucky & brown.
Glasgow is Scotland's city number two.
It is the smell of industrial chimney smoke through & through.
Glasgow is Clydesdale horses
It is Paisley print & colourful tartan.
Glasgow is chocolate teacakes.
It is the sound of bagpipes.
Glasgow is a ship.
It is the industrial beating heart of Scotland.
Glasgow is a hammer.
It is a welcome handshake.
Glasgow is industrious & touch.
It is welcoming.
Glasgow is a square.
It sings the song of the Clyde.
Glasgow is Irn Bru.
It is the works of Sir Walter Scott.
Glasgow is all the pride we've got.
It is a horse-drawn carriage taking ship yard managers to work.
Glasgow is a B & B.
It is highland dancers.
Glasgow is foundation.
It is a roundabout.
This was my improved version of the poem.
Glasgow
The fog,
the smog.
The rain pouring down
like a river mucky brown.
Scotland's city number 2
smells of industrial chimney smoke through & through.
Clydesdale horses take people everywhere.
People wear Paisley print & tartan pretty & fair.
Chocolate teacakes are on the bill of fayre.
The sound of bagpipes fill the air.
Glasgow is the swan.
It is the ship sailing on the River Clyde like in days long-gone.
Glasgow is Scotland's industrial beating heart.
It is the hammer tearing its enemies apart.
People give you a welcoming handshake.
They are industrious & tough. They will not bend or break.
They welcome everyone there.
Glasgow is square.
It is a thistle in your side.
Glasgow sings the song of the Clyde.
People drink Irn bru,
refreshing for me & you.
People read the works of Sir Walter Scott.
Glasgow is all the pride we've got.
There are horse-drawn carriages taking ship-yard manager's to work.
Just because they're in charge doesn't mean they can shirk.
There are lots of B & B's.
There are Highland dancers dancing until they freeze.
Glasgow's foundation is a roundabout where life goes round & round each day.
People all go their own way.
I guess I should have written it in the past tense.
This was my improved version of the poem.
Glasgow
The fog,
the smog.
The rain pouring down
like a river mucky brown.
Scotland's city number 2
smells of industrial chimney smoke through & through.
Clydesdale horses take people everywhere.
People wear Paisley print & tartan pretty & fair.
Chocolate teacakes are on the bill of fayre.
The sound of bagpipes fill the air.
Glasgow is the swan.
It is the ship sailing on the River Clyde like in days long-gone.
Glasgow is Scotland's industrial beating heart.
It is the hammer tearing its enemies apart.
People give you a welcoming handshake.
They are industrious & tough. They will not bend or break.
They welcome everyone there.
Glasgow is square.
It is a thistle in your side.
Glasgow sings the song of the Clyde.
People drink Irn bru,
refreshing for me & you.
People read the works of Sir Walter Scott.
Glasgow is all the pride we've got.
There are horse-drawn carriages taking ship-yard manager's to work.
Just because they're in charge doesn't mean they can shirk.
There are lots of B & B's.
There are Highland dancers dancing until they freeze.
Glasgow's foundation is a roundabout where life goes round & round each day.
People all go their own way.
I guess I should have written it in the past tense.
You’ve written it as your imagination beholds your attention.
Impressed that you’re allowing it.
Good one Lady Ann.
Thank you very much for sharing.
This was my improved version of the poem.
Glasgow
The fog,
the smog.
The rain pouring down
like a river mucky brown.
Scotland's city number 2
smells of industrial chimney smoke through & through.
Clydesdale horses take people everywhere.
People wear Paisley print & tartan pretty & fair.
Chocolate teacakes are on the bill of fayre.
The sound of bagpipes fill the air.
Glasgow is the swan.
It is the ship sailing on the River Clyde like in days long-gone.
Glasgow is Scotland's industrial beating heart.
It is the hammer tearing its enemies apart.
People give you a welcoming handshake.
They are industrious & tough. They will not bend or break.
They welcome everyone there.
Glasgow is square.
It is a thistle in your side.
Glasgow sings the song of the Clyde.
People drink Irn bru,
refreshing for me & you.
People read the works of Sir Walter Scott.
Glasgow is all the pride we've got.
There are horse-drawn carriages taking ship-yard manager's to work.
Just because they're in charge doesn't mean they can shirk.
There are lots of B & B's.
There are Highland dancers dancing until they freeze.
Glasgow's foundation is a roundabout where life goes round & round each day.
People all go their own way.
I guess I should have written it in the past tense.
You’ve written it as your imagination beholds your attention.
Impressed that you’re allowing it.
Good one Lady Ann.
Thank you very much for sharing.
Thank you very much, Lady Divine. A lot of it would have been how Glasgow was. I had to put metaphors in there as we got told we had to use both metaphors & similes. The 1st version had to be more-or-less all metaphors & similes as well as imagery. We had to keep some metaphors in the 2nd version. I'm allowing it because I managed to get all the rhyme I wanted. I was impressed with the 2nd 1 except for the uneven line-lengths.
This was my improved version of the poem.
Glasgow
The fog,
the smog.
The rain pouring down
like a river mucky brown.
Scotland's city number 2
smells of industrial chimney smoke through & through.
Clydesdale horses take people everywhere.
People wear Paisley print & tartan pretty & fair.
Chocolate teacakes are on the bill of fayre.
The sound of bagpipes fill the air.
Glasgow is the swan.
It is the ship sailing on the River Clyde like in days long-gone.
Glasgow is Scotland's industrial beating heart.
It is the hammer tearing its enemies apart.
People give you a welcoming handshake.
They are industrious & tough. They will not bend or break.
They welcome everyone there.
Glasgow is square.
It is a thistle in your side.
Glasgow sings the song of the Clyde.
People drink Irn bru,
refreshing for me & you.
People read the works of Sir Walter Scott.
Glasgow is all the pride we've got.
There are horse-drawn carriages taking ship-yard manager's to work.
Just because they're in charge doesn't mean they can shirk.
There are lots of B & B's.
There are Highland dancers dancing until they freeze.
Glasgow's foundation is a roundabout where life goes round & round each day.
People all go their own way.
I guess I should have written it in the past tense.
You’ve written it as your imagination beholds your attention.
Impressed that you’re allowing it.
Good one Lady Ann.
Thank you very much for sharing.
Thank you very much, Lady Divine. A lot of it would have been how Glasgow was. I had to put metaphors in there as we got told we had to use both metaphors & similes. The 1st version had to be more-or-less all metaphors & similes as well as imagery. We had to keep some metaphors in the 2nd version. I'm allowing it because I managed to get all the rhyme I wanted. I was impressed with the 2nd 1 except for the uneven line-lengths.
It’s great as is!
Line lengths are like thoughts, some longer others shorter.
Very happy you’re sharing!
This was my improved version of the poem.
Glasgow
The fog,
the smog.
The rain pouring down
like a river mucky brown.
Scotland's city number 2
smells of industrial chimney smoke through & through.
Clydesdale horses take people everywhere.
People wear Paisley print & tartan pretty & fair.
Chocolate teacakes are on the bill of fayre.
The sound of bagpipes fill the air.
Glasgow is the swan.
It is the ship sailing on the River Clyde like in days long-gone.
Glasgow is Scotland's industrial beating heart.
It is the hammer tearing its enemies apart.
People give you a welcoming handshake.
They are industrious & tough. They will not bend or break.
They welcome everyone there.
Glasgow is square.
It is a thistle in your side.
Glasgow sings the song of the Clyde.
People drink Irn bru,
refreshing for me & you.
People read the works of Sir Walter Scott.
Glasgow is all the pride we've got.
There are horse-drawn carriages taking ship-yard manager's to work.
Just because they're in charge doesn't mean they can shirk.
There are lots of B & B's.
There are Highland dancers dancing until they freeze.
Glasgow's foundation is a roundabout where life goes round & round each day.
People all go their own way.
I guess I should have written it in the past tense.
You’ve written it as your imagination beholds your attention.
Impressed that you’re allowing it.
Good one Lady Ann.
Thank you very much for sharing.
Thank you very much, Lady Divine. A lot of it would have been how Glasgow was. I had to put metaphors in there as we got told we had to use both metaphors & similes. The 1st version had to be more-or-less all metaphors & similes as well as imagery. We had to keep some metaphors in the 2nd version. I'm allowing it because I managed to get all the rhyme I wanted. I was impressed with the 2nd 1 except for the uneven line-lengths.
It’s great as is!
Line lengths are like thoughts, some longer others shorter.
Very happy you’re sharing!
Thank you very much. In that case I'm happy with it.
The snowy owl's journey
I was watching a snowy owl as she was flying way up high.
I watched her peregrinations as she meandered like a river through the sky.
She saw a fish in a river & swooped down, flying low for a bit to catch her prey by surprise.
Then, all of a sudden she caught & ate him before my very eyes.
Later on, she flew over fields all white with snow.
She was wondering where on earth to go.
She saw children having snowball fights & building snowmen.
She saw something that really caught her eye then.
Flying past a house, she looked through a window & saw a Xmas tree.
It was green with red baubles & silver & gold tinsel & a family were sat around it as happy as can be.
There were presents under the tree & the family were singing Xmas carols & songs.
They were singing as melodiously & harmoniously as you can imagine & as clear as the church bell that dongs.
She was a beautiful bird as white as can be.
It was nice to watch her flying gracefully & free.
The snowy owl's journey
I was watching a snowy owl as she was flying way up high.
I watched her peregrinations as she meandered like a river through the sky.
She saw a fish in a river & swooped down, flying low for a bit to catch her prey by surprise.
Then, all of a sudden she caught & ate him before my very eyes.
Later on, she flew over fields all white with snow.
She was wondering where on earth to go.
She saw children having snowball fights & building snowmen.
She saw something that really caught her eye then.
Flying past a house, she looked through a window & saw a Xmas tree.
It was green with red baubles & silver & gold tinsel & a family were sat around it as happy as can be.
There were presents under the tree & the family were singing Xmas carols & songs.
They were singing as melodiously & harmoniously as you can imagine & as clear as the church bell that dongs.
She was a beautiful bird as white as can be.
It was nice to watch her flying gracefully & free.
Great imagery, I enjoyed your beautiful bird of wisdom!
Thank you Lady Ann ♥️
The snowy owl's journey
I was watching a snowy owl as she was flying way up high.
I watched her peregrinations as she meandered like a river through the sky.
She saw a fish in a river & swooped down, flying low for a bit to catch her prey by surprise.
Then, all of a sudden she caught & ate him before my very eyes.
Later on, she flew over fields all white with snow.
She was wondering where on earth to go.
She saw children having snowball fights & building snowmen.
She saw something that really caught her eye then.
Flying past a house, she looked through a window & saw a Xmas tree.
It was green with red baubles & silver & gold tinsel & a family were sat around it as happy as can be.
There were presents under the tree & the family were singing Xmas carols & songs.
They were singing as melodiously & harmoniously as you can imagine & as clear as the church bell that dongs.
She was a beautiful bird as white as can be.
It was nice to watch her flying gracefully & free.
Great imagery, I enjoyed your beautiful bird of wisdom!
Thank you Lady Ann ♥️
Thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed reading my poem, Lady Divine.
Please share more when you have time.
Please share more when you have time.
I will do. I'm glad you like them. Thank you very much for the kind feedback & appreciation.
(I'm on a business skills course at the moment, followed by bookkeeping & accounting courses, computerised accounts & then I've got to redo my computer courses as the ones I've taken are now out of date. After that I'm being trained to teach adults to read because they're going to start teaching adults to read at work. As I've already learnt to teach under-12s English & maths I'm the 1 who has been asked to do it. *I've just got lots of homework on at the moment.*)
Please share more when you have time.
I will do. I'm glad you like them. Thank you very much for the kind feedback & appreciation.
(I'm on a business skills course at the moment, followed by bookkeeping & accounting courses, computerised accounts & then I've got to redo my computer courses as the ones I've taken are now out of date. After that I'm being trained to teach adults to read because they're going to start teaching adults to read at work. As I've already learnt to teach under-12s English & maths I'm the 1 who has been asked to do it. *I've just got lots of homework on at the moment.*)
Learning something new is exciting. Congratulations Lady Ann
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