Well, that very annoying time of year is upon us and I'm writing/editing a poem that is exactly how I feel. Actually the poem below is written for two voices, a very happy and enthusiastic and a very grumpy and annoyed voice, guess which one is mine? It's not yet finished but should give you an idea of what I mean.
Herre it comes,
That time of year,
For Christmas Cheer,
Snow, Presents and Reindeer.
Sunday 14th December 2008 11:59 pm
I wrote this ten years ago and it was published in a collection called 'Future Voices from Wales'. As I've been browsing through my collections and other assorted work I thought it was time this (awful) poem came out from under the dust once more.
Books are here, books are there,
How many types can you find?
Adventure, fiction, real life and love,
Sci-fi, comics and more,
Pick one up it'...
Thursday 27th November 2008 5:35 am
[A little late for a Rememberance day poem but nevermind]
Upon a slab in every town,
Lays the list of honoured dead,
A silent and clean reminder,
Of the blood that once flowed.
Cold and Hard,
Like the bodies,
The bodies that rest in Flanderâs Field.
It stands unnoticed,
By many, Un-honoured,
And the few who notice?
Do they remember?
The blood that once flowed?
The monument, though ...
Sunday 16th November 2008 3:12 am
I remember being told by one of my English teachers that 'Writers have an amazing opportunity'.
As writers we really do have something special. Many people wish that they could change their lives and have things the way they want them. When we write and then preform or see others perform we are doing exactly this. We are shaping a reality that does and is exactly what we want. We create our chara...
Monday 27th October 2008 12:28 am
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