Poetry Blog by Adam Whitworth
he goes as the crow flies
she in her own fashion
how slowly she approaches
the huddled herd lain for warmth
spirals about the persuasive mass
she will decide when to abandon them
he sketches spires and hedges
she knows the edible mushrooms dell
he will see her before they meet
his hand in the fire by choice
in silent frost-grey morn
who has the power cannot be said
Friday 16th February 2018 7:54 pm
swung on the climbing bars like
a hero from tales of long ago
lost or won the battles
more forgotten than remembered
Unconscionably fortunate am I-
I have a new history, the one I love
steers close as on a river and all
the banks are green
Light mesmeric but reflects itself
dazzles and pleases where
illusion fails to cool the air
no attitude ungreens contours
lay down t...
Monday 12th February 2018 5:19 pm
Leave the door open
for me to take what I like
like a poem
and I'll not frame you
as the final scene
feel free to whisper my name
hold back the winds
let's keep this valley, its sirens, quiet
for after all we know well enough
it's a storm in a teacup
Thankyou kindly you wait so long
I know you have so much for me
for you I have a whole world
under my ephe...
Thursday 8th February 2018 8:59 am
I am an octopus
carried up and down in truth
an unborn child immersed
with no need to speak of
who has truth conjoined with proof?
they don't rhyme well except
for impatient men, for them
proof is of the past, there has been a test
now truths in the pocket
tumble safe as coins
look up to the blackboard
constellations to be named
plough, macaw, rhishi, which w...
Wednesday 7th February 2018 10:36 pm
I am an indian bewildered with surviving, like millions I have nothing.
Before I sleep I dream, speeding out of the cloud, a line of windows.
And if it could be, my relatives near and far
to see the fertile world, smooth as a billiard ball.
They'd see no lines drawn on the globe.
Wheresoever we meet again on earth, I pray,
they'll be sure of all they now hesitate to affirm.
Saturday 3rd February 2018 9:08 pm
As foreseen the lion's jaw widens
and through it's moment of perfection
becomes a teapot losing its lid
in the nature of clouds to alter and collide
up there are examples to follow for the while
my small print checking weevil
becomes your firebrand cuckoo
faces slam into mountainsides
and palaces lost to the landslide
leave mere quills from the goose
bountifully high white pillows
Wednesday 24th January 2018 8:17 am
The facts lay spread out
like a liner launched on film
the Englishman looked where
it all made sense, to him
the young lady he'd found, who'd found him,
found it all added up to her
time was made- as it should be,
allowing that they should learn
The englishman made himself a shed
his specialism he refined
young lady too specialised
their common ground was never mind
and how they con...
Saturday 20th January 2018 12:22 pm
The crew read the heavens above as a chart
and below the barely moving moonlit waves.
Some poets take up their pens to write.
Seasoned wood and strong ropes creak in the hush
and SPLASH- a young lad meets the ocean.
He believed the heavens to be more than a chart
and he proved himself the ocean is deep.
Afraid the bards had festered, he would only go
his own way.
Thursday 18th January 2018 2:33 pm
Incredible that he should broadcast bread
to keep them all singing, shoelaces tied,
for here is a man out of favour with his love.
Fascinating grain in dusty floorboards
won't stretch to advice, but look he must
for he is a man out of favour with his love.
He is not a teacher, but could help you,
even of his pain. Just a dazed poet
behind sunglasses, out of favour with his love.
Monday 15th January 2018 7:05 pm
Another sea-city has grown up
sand upon sand, what else
stirrings of the deep so loud
it is a wall and little else
of designs fantastic and outlandish
made to survive their day in the heart
here is the latest-
channels open to the sea,
whose crashes, sprays and roars
defence repaired and repaired again
embellishment imagined, as quickly
put in place
Tuesday 9th January 2018 11:04 am