Poetry Blogs (2017, memories)
This is my vision of a certain cast of English village (not so much in springtime).
March winds stir listless eddies,
fluke in tired gusts over thin pools,
flare through fields of stubble
then flag, exhausted, sour and wheezing
from the blowing day;
coughing, rubbing arthritic fingers,
cold as a church bell sounds the hours.
Spring will be late this...
Saturday 23rd December 2017 3:13 am
Those huge white flakes of fish
And the mashed potato dish
Have stayed in my memory
For sixty years
I remember the potato, creamy soft
Had a seasoned, peppery waft
And the choice of sauces:
Egg or parsley
It must have been a whole side of cod
I remember my grandfather like a god
Slowly stood to serve the fish
Separating the flakes
The etched glass...
Thursday 7th December 2017 2:41 pm
Tuesday 5th December 2017 11:58 am
When they grow up they dress in a new life:
a family of new suits and shirts to wear.
And the ties are new too.
He strides out on his new catwalk
proudly wearing his new self,
blind to the day the cloth may unravel
or fade or lose its style.
What will clothe him then?
I shall not grace his shoulders again:
I am the coat he has outworn
in my pockets are his memories...
Saturday 25th November 2017 4:17 pm
The landlord called this morning
Said that she could tell I just woke up. To call her back later.
The cold was different to me, this late morning
Hazy, paired with rain
Drizzled, Murky, Heavy air that swept through the knit of my hoodie.
The branches lay next to the garage in a consecutively non-organized fashion, taken back by hand a few times
To the old burning pile ...
Saturday 28th October 2017 4:50 pm
"... any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...
— John Donne, Meditation XVII.
Saint Christopher Bell
We seem to be collectors
of memories and junk,
piles of the stuff;
both kinds lean against damp walls
in self-support, waiting
finding little but ...
Thursday 19th October 2017 10:19 am
He shouts at the top of his lungs
Through soggy sand
Tripping over sea-softened
Splitting wooden posts
In my eagerness to see what’s happened
“What is it Dad?”
Puffing and panting
Against the sun
I see him
Sat on the sand
Towards the sea...
Thursday 12th October 2017 6:05 pm
It's a concentration of atoms, that in the air converse with one another.
And then those bits become molecules.
They create my table.
And in some ways, my ability to type and write and eat ramen at the last hour of the night.
And they make
That smokey woody herbal floating aroma that reminds me of the witchcraft shop down the street of where we used to live.
Monday 9th October 2017 7:36 am
Her slippers shuffle along
The carpet, with swirls of faded bronze.
Wrinkled hands worn by casino youth, waltz
Through the smell of hot leather,
Balancing china cups and saucers.
With eyes that sing the marble green
Of the Empress staircase, her face is the ghost
Of a lost love.
And I, with tiny toes that cannot yet tap
On the ballroom floor below,
Eat jam sandwiches
On my Grandmot...
Tuesday 3rd October 2017 2:21 pm
Lost in thought I sought and sought in a jungle of memories, which with every passing second fades into the distance but struggles to disappear. I walk through the foyers of my mind- on each side open doors all except one – closed & unmarked. I edge towards it anxious and afraid, turn the lock but it will not budge. The memory of u is trapped behind a closed door. I bang and kick and shove and ki...
Friday 22nd September 2017 7:45 pm
My eyes fall on the calendar And my heart races… Just two more days… Two more days from the worst of so much and For so many, Not that anyone needs a calendar as a reminder … Our fear is our continuous reminder. As “The” day comes closer, the sadness in our hearts gets deeper… The pain we have torturously endured for a year gets heavier… An almost unbearable weight to carry, “God help us! Has it...
Friday 22nd September 2017 7:29 pm
he met a force
it held him
... and wonder drained the world of substance
re-arranged the pages of his book to give more radiant a reading.
The light of new possibilities
pressed down on time.
The girl sang to him "You can hear the boats go by". He
Saturday 16th September 2017 6:06 pm
Much more than half my life ago
Some chance led us to this place;
Now, my heart is caught and held
By the peace of its earth and space.
Some while past, when first she left me
I could not make my soul adjust
But cached it safe within the plot
Beside her memory and her mortal dust.
And as the family aged and spread
My lonely tenancy grew content
Wednesday 23rd August 2017 10:14 am
I'm pretty sure that everyone
Knew the ponytail kid.
Had a ponytail kid.
Is what I mean.
The guy that was just...scratchy, and rough, and he needed to shave more. You know that guy?
You kind of have to wonder when you meet the ponytail kid, why he's like that.
With a grey hoodie that's kind of too big, and it has spraypaint haphazardly covering it.
Friday 4th August 2017 5:49 pm
It suddenly struck me
It's the end of June, I thought.
That means. Oh shit that means
her anniversary is here again.
I felt a sense of guilt because
the date of her passing had slipped my mind
I guess I've just been busy
visiting friends and family
and moving to a new area.
Oh and I've not been particularly well.
Nothing to worry about Mum
I just keep having these seizures
I never had ...
Thursday 29th June 2017 3:06 pm
I thought that love drifted through the ages
Like dandelion seeds on the breath of a young dream,
Before I watched my father click shut the car boot
Under an ashen sky. Memories caged in cardboard.
Ice cream smiles on Scarborough beach.
Sand clinging to tiny feet. The beating of spades
Against red castle turrets.
Until evening tide devours the fortress.
Bills crash through the letterbox,
Tuesday 27th June 2017 2:16 pm
I been sleeping under the ocean,
drowning in emotion,
mind empty and slowing,
sound but a commotion
too loud without meaning.
Time passes silent still
all my words desert me
when I lose my will.
Tired of climbing
the same sodden hill.
It rains and it hails
and the sun comes
in and out of view.
The smell is old but new,
the memory evades
but the pain, still
cuts right t...
Sunday 18th June 2017 6:45 pm
I don't feel worthy of this earth.
It's a bright and happy day today.
I feel a fraud amongst it all.
As kids and parents play.
Sandcastles, colourful buckets and plastic spades,
Happy laughter fills the air.
Desperate darkness clouds it.
There is no point, no joy, no end,
I am hollow and so void.
I smile and wave and look the part,
Each photo frames the day.
Behind the mask the c...
Friday 2nd June 2017 9:42 pm
For the love of God
Change your sheets.
Take a shower,
Your body is exuding more fumes than a nuclear plant.
And by God.
While we're on this trail of reconstructive surgery.
Toss out that shit personality.
Trashy anime and cartoons, no counting for taste.
Kid, if you put a rainbow filter over that drawing, I swear to God...
No wonder every...
Thursday 25th May 2017 4:27 pm
And just like that, you're gone,
The memories fade away, you're lost,
No matter the action , the consequences are the same.
The thought of you not being here,
The thought of missing you,
Those are concepts I can't wrap around my head.
With fear I live the upcoming days,
Questioning my own existence,
Questioning my own rebellion, I slowly understand what you meant.
Friday 21st April 2017 1:00 pm
Pushing and shoving on the dance floor
We must have looked a right sight
Ducking and diving next to the waves
Of distorted guitars and tribal like drums;
Our Hair blowing wild in the over ripe summer air
As we laughed at the singer
Stumbling at his words for a few seconds
Before carrying on, pushing each other
Up and down the dance-floor
Your hair was punked up, dye...
Friday 24th March 2017 1:26 pm
The sky in front of me is pink, as I drive home‚
there will be a frost tonight.
Beneath it the brackened hills lie pinkly rust
And trees stand starkly laced in contrast
I see every distant twig defined, sharp against the pearlescent sky.
Not much later, I sit over tea and look west
to where the sky is left creamily gold.
Above, the darkling blue is split by a fading pink ...
Monday 20th March 2017 2:46 pm
Old-fashioned suitcases, the ones without wheels...
Such treasures themselves for the memories they held.
Skippered with no regard to a life-time of service,
disposed of - as I myself have been disposed of...
Perhaps a keen eye will fall over the rubbish bin’s wall
and take you home, give you a new life, if only
as under-bed storage. Or repa...
Monday 20th March 2017 3:40 am
frankness sharp as needle
sugar revolving undeniable
rhythm of memory 45, 33
black and blue and rare purple
take me back to when heaven
was simple, happening, not free
but not framed, turntable.
Sunday 19th February 2017 12:47 pm
If I had a picture of you
I’d keep it to myself
Held tightly against my heart
To feel closer to you
Our bond would be strong
Strong enough to make me feel safe
If only I had a picture of you.
If I had a picture of you
I’d sleep with it on my pillow
Hoping to bring sweet dreams
Of the days we shared long ago
The fun days, holidays and time spent together
Sunday 12th February 2017 10:37 pm
I tend to not find things sacred
but rather memories
Things can burn up in a fire
but memories are your's forever
Like the first time I saw my son
when they laid him on my stomach
Like the look on my husband's face
when he said "I do"
Like the look on my son's face
when he too said "I do" to his sweet wife
Like the time as a small child when my big brother
put me ...
Sunday 29th January 2017 9:39 pm
Nothing will ease this ache,
this blank space.
My heart lies torn,
Words don't help,
my mind a blur,
my sleepless brain,
my feelings of dismay.
All these things
pull me under,
awaken my thunder.
Alone we wonder
from one star to another
trying in vain
to illuminate the way
but the pain won't go away
how we pray.
It all comes at on...
Friday 20th January 2017 4:49 am
Down In The Hole
I was sixteen, they threw me down the hole,
I stood in darkness, breathing in the dust
while learning who I could and couldn’t trust
in this black new empire of worm and mole.
My dad said it was this life or the dole -
if our family was to earn a crust
then I would have to work until I bust
and sacrifice ambition, heart and soul.
Years of hardship f...
Sunday 8th January 2017 1:23 pm
He left behind his broken wife and his scared son
He left us cold, all alone with no one
The vows, they meant nothing
The promises, broken
I just wish we meant something
More than just empty words spoken
I cried for days at a time
My young son wiped every tear
Leaving us was a crime
And now, it's been 1 year
Sunday 1st January 2017 11:32 pm
|last 30 days||last year|
Gerald Morgan on (8 hours ago)