stealth poet slinks back into blogosphere

who can say where or when or why or .... whatever.

A grey day inspires a new poem for a stranger... don't we all need cheering up?
And a challenge to wear red.. and work the word 'Hawaii' into a sentence ;)
See Free Poem #7...

Your turn... tell us how you can turn a grey day into a great day...

Stopping all stations: Stealth Poem #6

8.20 a.m. to Flinders Street... windows fogging up... umbrellas dripping on the floor... strangers too close...
And the train stalled...  Time enough for this stealth poet to shape one small idea into a poem. Go to the Poetry tab to read Free Poem #6.

The poems are freshly picked, sting a little...  something for right now... they're a great way for a poet to hone their skills... there's no time to edit, you just have to shape it quickly... see what you think!

Latte + Poem to take-away

Latte to have here... a poem to take-away! 
Chatting with a friend, Bridge Road, Thursday arvo... sipping a latte... a break in the work day...
talking about Stealth Poets taking over the world ;)  Out comes the notebook, I had to do it, couldn't help myself... 
Free Poem #5 written... and left under the sugar shaker.

Judgements

Ok, so the fourth drop has just occurred, watsonia trainstation. Topic: judgement. Will anyone find this one and feel moved enough to leave thoughts. Fingers crossed

It's Catching On

So here we are, it’s Day 2 for me and im 3 thoughts down. Unlike Carmel im no good at poems, im more into "thoughts" myself, so that will be my contribution. I have now successfully left 3 somewhat witty thoughts around Melbourne and in 3 different locations. Maybe you have found one?? I have left a thought about "highs and lows" on the city bound train from Hurstbridge yesterday morning. A thought about "parents who flood their children" which was left in a restaurant menu in Mill Park late last night and my final thought which was about "smiling" that was left today at the West Richmond train station, stuck to the myki machine. As you can see my thoughts are about many things. Now to see what thoughts four will be? O wow, maybe I can do poetry after all...haha Bye :)

write a poem for a stranger

Give yourself just 10 minutes... you could be on a train, sitting in a cafe, waiting in the departure lounge at the airport, killing time somewhere...  Set yourself the challenge: write a poem, no time for editing, look around you for a subject or a theme... could be that woman over there, her head in a book... or that guy in the ill-fitting suit, or maybe a balloon drifting above the antennaes and satellite dishes, or... something else.  Put it down, craft a poem for that time and place and hide it or leave it for all to see and find... write 'stealthpoets.blogspot.com' so the finder of your little work of art can contribute.  Tell us what it felt like...

Free Poem # 3

Borders bookshop.  Saturday arvo.  A spare chair near the coffee lounge.  What to write? "Borders".  Lots of potential with that theme.  'Free Poem #3' written.  The thing is, you write one interesting line, but there's no time for thinking too much about the second or third line, or the fifteenth, you just have to write.  And get to the end, in about 10 or 15 minutes.  So I think they're going to get better, the more you do.  But here's #3... And where did I hide it?  Well, in a book of course!  Which book, which author, which reader would be worthy of #3?  Helen Garner's 'The Spare Room'.  Slipped between pages 55 and 56.  And the Stealth Poet slinks away...