Message From a Lupine



The seed has sprouted
happiness –
a sign

of what’s to come
standby –
purple blue racemes

heads held high
strength –
in times of uncertainty

bring forth the
bees and the hummers
watch them dance

hear their buzz
opportunity –
to make a change

©Heather Carr-Rowe

napo2020button2-1   today’s prompt:   write a poem in which one or more flowers take on specific meanings. You can go here to read more and join in.

Ragtag Daily Prompt: Standby

Lupin/Lupine: symbolizes happiness, creativity and strength

To find out some interesting facts about the history and use of  the lupin click here

More about symbolism click here.

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Isolation Mornings

Poems from Walsall Poet Richard Archer

Mornings are now peaceful affairs,
I relax on my creaky garden chair
hugging my coffee
half listening to bird song,
quietly chuckling at a squirrel’s acrobatics.
A fat bumble bee flits from plant to plant
as a caterpillar slowly munches on a leaf,
while the spider on the table contemplates life.

All to soon its my break is over,
I rise, stretch then head back indoors,
back to my digital world.
As nature carries on,
in harmony never in isolation,
impossible to lockdown.

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“Solitude is the furnace of transformation. Without solitude we remain victims of our society and continue to be entangled in the illusions of the false self.”

Art of Quotation

Solitude is the furnace of transformation. Without solitude we remain victims of our society and continue to be entangled in the illusions of the false self.

Henri Nouwen, author, book quote from “The Spiritual Life: Eight Essential Titles by Henri Nouwen”, p.18, HarperCollins

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The Last Journey before Isolation

Poems from Walsall Poet Richard Archer

I am one of three unwise men
gathering early at the bus stop,
for our reluctant journey
to the silent city.

I place my bag on my seat
enforce social isolation.
Cover my face with a newspaper
breath in news
breath out speculation.
Breath in fact
breath out fiction.

When we arrive we scatter
like rats, scuttling down silent streets.
Masked spirits avoid eye contact
before vanishing as quickly as
the smoke from my cigarette.

Written after I returned from my last commute to Birmingham and the lockdown was announced.

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The 2020 Daily Writing Challenge – April 11

Jo Hawk

2020 Daily Writing Challenge

Writing is like driving at night in the fog.
You can only see as far as your headlights, but you can make the whole trip that way.
– E. L. Doctorow

Today is Day 102 of the 2020 Daily Writing Challenge.

Did you write yesterday? We are living in an upside-down world. The hustle and bustle of daily commutes, the never-ending parade of constant stress, unreasonable demands, over-hyped experiences, and thrilling activities competing for your time, attention, and energy—evaporated. Self-isolation, social distancing, work from home, eLearning, family time, and dog walking, are the newest must-do exercises. No one would blame you if you are feeling directionless in your suddenly open schedule.

Abrupt changes can induce anxiety, but what if you considered this an opportunity to cultivate deep working habits? Deep work is a concept defined by Cal Newport, associate professor of computer science at Georgetown University and self-help author. He defines deep…

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I Think I Need to Stop Watching the News?

Poems from Walsall Poet Richard Archer

The Nightly News has become my daily drug,
I mainline every headline
convulse as the stories hit me,
I just can’t tear my eyes away.
In front of me the world is twisting,
changing beyond recognition as
newsflashes, opinions, updates and more
smash in to my eager synapses.
Everything has become a soundbite
all repeated continuously while in the background
a surge of pandemonium swells.
I ride these waves of truth and rumour,
ride them as they rise and fall and
I fall hard with them,
brain on fire with all I’ve witnessed,
overdosing on information.

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Daily Prompts- My monster

Keep it alive

(Image credit- Pixabay)

The pigments are faded and it looks worn

Some may think it is ready to be discarded

But it would be awful if my monster

Disappeared from my life, altogether

He is my standby friend you should know

My confidant my comforter and my pal

Many a moonlit nights we have spent talking

Sharing our victories and defeats

It would take a bite out of my soul

To say goodby to my fluffy old friend


In response to the following prompts;




Treat, Victory, Awful





Discover prompt;


Word of the day Challenge;








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