Poetry Blogs (2014, writing)
~~In The Beginning
that’s all we’re doing
daubed on cave walls
scratched on parchment
prodded into submission
on a plastic keyboard
with a graphite swipe
erased by rubber
ideas and musings
Tuesday 14th October 2014 7:21 pm
Let Not The Ink Run Dry
I share because I care
And dare to say words
That some find ill at ease,
But one thing
I’ve found within
The realms of poetry,
We’re all as daring as each,
We all open our minds our
Hearts our soul and speak,
I see we’re all hankering
I see many
Who care just as much
As me, and i...
Tuesday 30th September 2014 12:13 am
(I've been struggling to show anyone this poem for a long time but I've been inspired to let it free. These feelings are behind me now and it turns out writing was to thank for that afterall)
How does someone stop cutting?
Do they cut into the paper instead?
Replace flesh and blood with diaries and ink,
Replace physicality with mentality,
Replace actions with words,
It isn’t enough....
Saturday 13th September 2014 11:35 am
Do not describe the sunset, regardless. Never
write about the buttery moonrise,
especially near the beginning: everyone
just switches off, and if they don’t
Do not mention war; any of the many.
Those possibilities are nothing to do with me.
They belong to others, to a family friend
who knows mountainsides blooming
great mushrooms of dust.
Everyone has had enough of trees...
Tuesday 26th August 2014 10:26 am
I carry a notebook most of the time
the idea, it seemed, to record my impressions
of being and living and all the worlds charms
but it was hijacked and now, instead,
lists the timing and clearance of a CBR
alongside the method for removal of a Zetec
I may be reminded of its primary task
as I stare through the glass, at the spiders posting
poison pen letters to...
Friday 7th March 2014 5:34 pm