A Conversation: Calling all People!

birdsA few months back I started this poetry collaboration project called ‘A Conversation’. The aim of this project is to start a conversation between two people with the end result of a poem. I provide a line and then you provide one and on it goes! It’s on the spot, quick and easy. The only rule, each line must end in rhyme. Two examples of this can be seen already on my blog named: A Conversation: Darren Scanlon and A Conversation: Ellie Horgan.

Over the past while I’ve been distracted by other projects I’ve been working on, alongside the upkeep of Leannepoetry of course! I’d really love to see some more involvement in this project. You can message me on my facebook page, Leannepoetry, tweet me @leannepoetry07 or DM Leannepoetry on Twitter and we can work from there!

This is open to everyone and anyone! You don’t have to be a poet or ever a regular blogger! That’s half the fun! The poem will be published on my wordpress blog and advertised on my other social media. Don’t be shy and spread the word! Let’s see how many Conversation we can have! 🙂

Thanks guys!




A Conversation: Darren Scanlon

Sunlight was only created to fade
With the waxing moon o’er a winters glade
Counting the concrete steps, we made
To the water’s edge where the Heron’s wade
In a constraint of time, worn and frayed
And the pendulum swings though heavily laid
As we harsh the trials of this crusade
Baying for blood with the glint of the blade
Sharpened and deadly like mistakes that we made
A heavy reckoning and price to be paid
Cut the memories down and offer as trade
On the scales of justice, so heavily weighed
Down with regret and bundles of nightshade
Dining on death with a glass of dismay
Counting this moment of life on replay
As we watch them serve up a haunting entree
With skeletal hands and hearts made of clay
Til the dawn brings relief in the warm of the day
And the chorus of light hums on the way
Shedding our dread as the feast fades to grey
the hues of this earth spring up to play
and the Herons return to their bountiful bay
unaware of judgement that watches and stays
till the dark and the deep come to fight the new day
and the warriors defend the beautiful prey
united in duty and the part they must play
and we, once brethren, step forwards to slay
all those who would take our daylight away
let the Herons fly East as we battle and pray
for the sun and the moon and the cold light of day
and on their return these lands we reclaim
for the life of the children, the eternal flame,
to pass down for centuries name by name
a legacy of life that will always remain.



A Conversation by leannepoetry and Darren Scanlon

A Conversation: @EllieHorgan

Twilight lands on the precipice of a new day
And all I want to do is lay about and stay
Inside these four corners of pretend and play
And dance and jump as way leads onto way
Find the spot on this stage where everything’s ok
Take a deep breath, one, two, three and do it as if
We were back in the bay
Where the breeze shuffles forwards and shift the rays
And there it is, standing before me, within my reach,
All I have to do is say g’day
Raise my voice above the sound of the ocean and pray
“G’Day! G’Day!” But it’s no use, the target is receding away
And suddenly the earth melts and reassembles into clay
Where am I? Who knows, but it’s filled with shadows, shapes
And an endless void of misdemeanors and a droning wane
Staring endlessly outside this window, seated precariously at
The windows pane
And now I know, there isn’t any answer to my conundrum no
Known solution, X=?, so I will just have to accept my fate and,
Patiently wait
Wondering what’s the difference between this existence and
Reaching the end with the golden gate
Is there anyway? External existence in a boring sinless world,
I’d think it would be best just to hang around rather than lay in state
Of in-between and that is the difference between you and me, weighed
Down with problems piled on silver plates
You could even say we are weighed down by silver spoons that we were
Packaged with, but alas, that’s a lie, its social ambiguity that leads us to slate
Ourselves over and over again with the message that only spoons are our friends
And we will never simply be able to recreate
With people of our same strata or anywhere in the social spectra
In this time of shallow debate
Running over pointless topics of conformity until the moon falls asleep we are late
To our own lives. Beyoncé’s latest hair and The Kardashians Shenanigans consume us,
Til the exterior world is but a shiftless grey void of heads stuck in phones and head phones
Replacing our fun potential dates
The flash of TVs and computer screens blinding us to the nature of the world morphing
Our self image, changing our fate
Until eventually we end up like those blasted silver spoons. Motionless, still, an antique of a time gone by, who’s lives can be measured out in a single blasted coffee spoon and can be summed up in a single #tag, and left no mark on our gravestone slates.



A Conversation by leannepoetry and @EllieHorgan