Poetry Blogs (2021, love's tempest)
There are no longer words.
I have grown ancient listening.
I have grown a maze of wrinkles,
If my eyes seem dull,
Remember they have forgotten you,
I sit, and watch the hunting.
Come and join me,
Monday 12th April 2021 4:57 am
Can I help it, if I think you're beautiful?
If I love you,
Must I spend my whole life being sorry?
When you smile,
Something twists inside me.
Something fragile, so it ought to break
Can I help it, if I think you're special?
If your name excites me,
Must I always try to hide it?
The cynic in me tries to squash it;
Dulls my voice, and makes me stiffen.
Makes my gaze see...
Sunday 11th April 2021 4:01 am
It should not be a sad thing,
To be a friend.
But I cry at night, on an empty pillow.
And every day I dream about you,
And see your face, in shadows.
It should not be a bad thing,
To be a friend.
But every night I dream about you.
And in the day, I cry without you,
And give myself to sorrow.
It should not be so maddening
Saturday 10th April 2021 3:30 am
Show me the year it was -
I'll show you the seventeen it wasn't,
And the eternity it never will be, that follows.
Show me the memories -
I'll show you the smiles forgotten,
And the shattered illusions, broken fragments.
Show me the point in living -
And I will cut my throat on it!
Don't you know everyone's dying?
It's all the rage.
Recognise the sound...
Friday 9th April 2021 8:58 am
I want to write a cheerful poem.
I want to sing a song of joy.
And clap my hands,
And throw my caution to the wind,
Not this misery, I.
I'd wear a dress of red and gold.
All laced up,
All softly flowing.
I want to joke, and laugh, and talk,
And brave this storm.
Not go in black,
Not me, this wreck;
Thursday 8th April 2021 4:54 am
She tried to smile,
She practiced it at home at night.
And how she'd act,
She tried to speak as if it were alright.
She even smiled,
but mostly at herself.
They didn't care.
They didn't even notice how she felt.
She found that funny too.
She practiced for that aim.
As if it were the only goal in life,
She wished they'd wonder, all the same.
She wasn't brave,
Wednesday 7th April 2021 9:04 am
On a broken stone, in a wide wild ocean,
A breaking girl, in a sea of tears.
A broken heart, and half a notion
To break away the rest of her years.
But the breaking stone refused to split,
And the roaring waves refused to bite.
So all alone,
And lonelier yet,
For nothing would take her life.
She thought of sleeping
Till she drifted away,
And so she did -
And so she did.
She laid ...
Tuesday 6th April 2021 12:59 am
Note: This is probably the most embarassing of the poems in the sub-theme of 'Unrequited Love'
(Although there are a few other strong contenders)
But, I wouldn't be doing the audience or the theme any justice if I were to omit this one.
(I'm not sure if it is the zenith or the nadir)
So, if you read on, don't say you were not warned.
Monday 5th April 2021 11:58 am
Can't get you out of my mind.
Can't halt your stay in my mind.
Can't halt my mind.
Can't hold my breath.
Can't hug death.
Sunday 4th April 2021 11:37 am
Time to visit my 17 year old self, for the next sub-theme in Love's Tempest of 'Unrequited Love'.
With low self-esteem and low social confidence it was kind of inevitable.
But that's not the only way this particular storm can brew.
This first poem in the sub-theme, 'Reckless Abandon' is presented in two forms.
In its original version, and as a shaped poem.
The original version
Saturday 3rd April 2021 11:45 am
I have captured the beauty of the sun,
But you do not look.
Here in my heart lies the serenity of heaven,
Yet you are so far away.
Lone bird. Circling through,
Stare into a blazing sky,
To catch a flash of dark.
Tied to this earth,
I am wrapped in flames of desire
For a touch that never happens.
Fights with the wind,
We swoop so...
Friday 2nd April 2021 4:35 am
Now that there are no more words to hurl,
And silence stalks the corridors of my world...
I think of all the things I could have said,
Instead of all the things I did to hurt you.
So now that all that angry fire has left,
And raindrops on the window only mirror tears I've shed,
I sit and watch blurred raindrops fall,
And where you sat, no-one sits instead.
Now that there are no more card...
Wednesday 31st March 2021 3:40 am
Across the great divide of separate minds,
We've formed a fragile thread, a fragile bond.
We walk alone, say nothing, do not touch,
We make no obvious statements, promise not.
So it is not a burden, that we love,
We ask no personal questions, tell no lies.
We beg no favours, need no other thing,
We are the products of a violent world.
A world where double locks are not enough,
Tuesday 30th March 2021 11:09 am
The river that divides us stretches far as the eye can see,
Nor is there end, nor crossing place. Save for a wooden stare
Supported by the tide of previous tears,
That ebbs and flows and heaves against it's creaking boards.
People may try to dismantle the steps we took.
Now that the boards are washed away, we do not even care
Enough to stop them when they want their wood.
We do not need s...
Monday 29th March 2021 1:02 pm
The next sub-theme in Love's Tempest is 'Imaginary Relationships'.
Before you begin to experience love, you think about it a bit, imagine what it might be like.
And at that age too, you're being asked to write stories a lot and poems a little bit at school.
Practicing story telling and poetry writing and thinking about love, it all merges together...
This first one experiments with sonnet form...
Sunday 28th March 2021 3:12 pm
The boys in the street mend their cars.
A miniature garage, it seems.
I feel like crying, I feel so alone,
No-one to mourn me when I am gone.
No-one to miss me, no-one to care.
I pound at the walls, but no-one is there.
And if they are there, then no-one hears.
And if they hear, then no-one cares.
No-one to care, no-one to cry,
If I live, If I die.
The boys in the street are at it agai...
Saturday 27th March 2021 10:11 am
While waiting for the bus to school,
I came upon the weighty problem
Of what to do with my hands and feet.
Unused to such quandries and puzzles,
I first thought the answer to be
Simple, like hands in pockets, and stand on feet.
But unbidden, there came to my mind
A picture of myself, standing on my feet.
A plump girl, with her hands in her pockets.
At last I could stand it no longer
Friday 26th March 2021 12:58 pm
I will be embarking now on a sequence of poems, in chronological and thematic order, that will stretch back right towards some of my earliest poetry. The collective theme is 'Love's Tempest', within which there will be various sub-themes. We start with the sub-theme 'Beginnings'.
Although this particular poem was probably written when I was 19 or 20 years old, it talks about earlier chidhood. I...
Thursday 25th March 2021 1:38 pm
They say hope is such a wonderful thing
Keeps us strong against anything
But be careful what you hope for
Or it will do you in.
So many times I thought I understood
Who people were, and what was good
Only to find, what's left behind
Is broken dreams.
And they say grief is a natural thing
As we get used to what's missing
And find out how to do without
What we used to need.
Saturday 20th February 2021 10:51 am
Maybe light was once kind
To the baby moth.
Perhaps, it never fully learned
How it had changed
Into the enemy.
Is this why it must return again?
Flap its fragile wings,
Once more, against the pain,
Even until the very last time,
“Be as you were”
Saturday 5th December 2020 12:56 pm