April Poetry Writing Month – Day 7

A voice, a memory, a presence – real or imagined; it lingers. 

Not all memories arrive whole. Some return in fragments, in stories that may or may not have been ours.

Today’s poem is inspired by a prompt that invites an image that feels off – slightly surreal, slightly out of place. Written as a dramatic monologue, the speaker addresses a silent listener, revealing more than intended. 

Continuing in a body-centred practice, it is interesting to notice how the voice emerges through memory, sensation, and symbolism.

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April Poetry Writing Month – Day 6

What began as a movement in the body, then softened into stillness, unfolded into memory, reflection, and story …today stretches beyond, into the expanse of sky, sea, and self. 

In losing balance, perspective shifts. In surrendering control, awareness returns. The body remembers its place – not just within, but within the vastness it belongs to. 

Each poem continues the last; an unfolding journey of presence, memory, and becoming. 

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April Poetry Writing Month – Day 5

From the threshold….

We are shaped by everything we have lived – loss, love, memory, and transformation. We take each step believing it serves our own or another’s best interest. Pausing. Stilling. Sharing. Becoming. Recognising and accepting our stories.

Continuing in a body-centric journey.

🍃List Poem, here, is a free verse with repetition, structured as a collection of ideas and images centred around the theme, and ending with a ‘twist’.

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April Poetry Writing Month – Day 4

… continuing the journey from body to memory to reflection: evolving story of presence, memory, and becoming.

Today’s poem flowed from stillness and observation, listening to what the body remembers, sensing the lingering chill of winter in early summer, and recognising how age, memory, and growth coexist.

Am I a strawberry, frozen in time? The tree reminds me: I am rooted. We are our identities -shifting, freezing, hibernating, and rising again and again. And that’s what it means to grow beautifully.

🍃Haibun is a Japanese form that blends prose and haiku into a reflective poetic journey.

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