Poetry Blogs (Winter)
Stephen Gospage on Bob was a cut above his fellow pupils at his new school (3 hours ago)
You say the snow is a magical thing
Coming down from the heavens like magic
Before joining up together on the ground
And Father Christmas throws it all down
Just to complete the experience
Drifting your happiness across town
Whether by car or bus
In-between two places on Christmas Day
When another downpour
Leaves the pair of us laughing
Telling each other ironically
It could only ha...
Thursday 24th December 2020 10:44 am
I stepped outside and the sound of my feet made me nervous as I slowly walked along a neverending thick white floor.
The snow clung to my boots as if to find some warmth or maybe a hug.
Within minutes my hands were stiffened by the icy air that felt strong enough to slice through my stone cold fingers.
I should have wore gloves, I said to myself as I made 2 fists and buried them deep insi...
Saturday 5th December 2020 10:30 pm
Tuesday 10th November 2020 12:43 am
I weave daisies
Into garlands and wreaths-
Where toil appears easy,
And tempests breezy,
Where sour fruits are glazed in honey.
My fingers claw
At the garlands they birth
Till petals fall
And blend seamlessly into the dirt.
They blend seamlessly into the dirt,
Like brown tatters on the ground.
The sun's sinking into the earth,
As winter's coming around,
Saturday 17th October 2020 11:44 am
Steady beats the pulse of the sun
Wonder still leaps from its beams
Yet beneath a mask of bonhomie
That sad star is not what it seems
Watching its favourite run to waste
Hot tears escape that burning eye
Bound by nature to fry its offspring
Torch forests, put winter in the sky
What treasure this greedy satellite
Down the ages pillaged from space
Wednesday 16th September 2020 11:11 am
2017 was the year I had 34 new poems published. It was also the year I realised 'published' did not equate with 'good' or even 'widely read'' For example, towards the end of that year I had a major success - a poem on a high-profile website. My twitter followers rocketed (though, let's be honest - this is poetry, so not by much). Two days later I had another poem out, one I was happy with but knew...
Monday 3rd August 2020 2:27 pm
You once grew green
On lofty branches
Defiant against the clouds
Fluttering in the breeze
But now the tree has gone
Just a pale ghost of memory
And the sky is dominant
In my front windows
Your first death was brittle
Old man skeleton scratching
Whipping up your decline
In whorls of frustration
And when the rain came
Like falling tears...
Tuesday 4th February 2020 12:37 pm