Poetry Blog by Adam Whitworth
All I have found is a book of poetry-
for adults. So rare. I overhear
Scarlatti battle the traffic;
dust covers every word.
I must find a niche for myself-
shaken by laughter so close to sobbing.
Enclosed in the tightest space-
with the freedom of the cosmos.
I'll give my full attention
from my privileged station.
Ready to absorb and be
Friday 12th April 2019 9:45 pm
A common destiny, burden and shame.
I have been unable to make my visit at the best of times.
Weird shadows in an unfamiliar garden took my attention.
I drank when I could have served, spoke when I should have listened.
The day of days has been and gone.
Now I whisper, slower; as silence in a hightening gale.
As an unattended statue to those who rage fiercer.
Tuesday 9th April 2019 7:16 am
Accept the term with good grace
after all, when we make a stand
or sit ever closer together, God knows
it is not to display our erudition
world-beating talents or mathematical savantism.
No. We paint our portraits in simple words
Rembrandt van Rjin in colourful crayon.
Duty roughened hands grasp good and evil
and light perfumed candles in silver candlesticks
-in our minds. So much s...
Sunday 7th April 2019 8:35 am
Nearing the zenith all is clear
our leaning tower of Pisa
ready to crumble and tumble
but we step up into the light
And we celebrate where we are
playing with the giantism
of our mute and intense shadows
well aware they're biding their time
Thursday 4th April 2019 11:11 pm
In the good garden of England
the sky is always blue, except
as rain begins to thunder down
and lightening must see you through
the good old garden of England
byways from orchard to meadow lead
each pretty one to their tryst, please-
no fence rear up where love should grow
And the heart of the garden of England
quite unable to say just how it feels
the mind of the old garden of...
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:10 pm
There we were to see the sights together
tuned to the Abbey gardens, ancient wall
in bits, resting a while for photographs
on a timeless stage our holding of hands.
And then thrilled by the violence of the rain
finding shelter in the Abbey gatehouse
among others fastened in the shadows
poor petitioners amazed where a light
Wednesday 27th March 2019 11:02 pm
"I think that one must be in love with me"
said portly Earth of dazzling Sun
"Every morning that brazen face appears
and I believe watches me
all through every day"
"I'm sure this one must be in love with me"
said portly Earth of mysterious Moon
"I've woke to find this shy one
loom over me as I lay-
any closer and merge we must"
At the time agreed
dazzling met mysterious, S...
Sunday 24th March 2019 11:00 pm
I am the eldest and esteem myself
fit to vie for kingship.
In retrospect I see
the swagger foretell the downfall.
Proudly I reached for the princess's hand
and reach no further in life.
The second brother, never my wing-man,
always a cur, calculates further.
His moves well planned, his touch a strike
spider like, with one day dreams
in lieu of success
he may settle under a ston...
Saturday 16th March 2019 2:22 pm
Precision instruments of introspection
fall away. Flakes of paint. Failed butterflies.
Grey-faced boat-sheds return to gestures,
their loose doors an invitation.
All the people we were, their cries,
drowned within their sorry sea.
Who should be the ones to survive
no one would believe.
That fat caterpillar that curls within an ear
tastes the words so hungered for
but sadly fumb...
Saturday 9th March 2019 3:32 pm
I'd play the recorder
who'd fill the canopy
And consider the night
bright with marvels
until dawn should loiter
Scars wheals soothed healed
tomorrow save today
here a balm for my wound
These beliefs shan't spare me
however I give
the flute all my air
Wednesday 27th February 2019 12:09 am
For the sake of speaking one of us claimed
we are more under the thumb now than ever before.
For the sake of argument one of us claimed
the word society now carries
loathsome connotations about social insects;
each one of us must live on their own planet.
Quickly making my excuses I slipped away.
Of course I was in a fog, unused to the territory,
not knowing from where the wind mig...
Saturday 23rd February 2019 10:58 am
There was nothing like a ghostly face at the window
but the face of yesterday's child reflected in your own
one note of your song foretold a thousand
a single raindrop fell for the deluge to follow
Whose place I take accepting your testimony I do not know
the greatest spirit can do no more than witness
where a wound is revealed typically a thousand might be
Sunday 27th January 2019 4:34 pm
A collection of poems is made to be loved.
I trust each one will be loved, by many.
I pass by unmoved until the moment
I feel myself gliding fast across ice,
each breath an exhilerating potion.
What do others find in the odes they memorise?
Assume there's love somewhere hereabouts.
Baffling like the flocks I love that love the sky,
the shoals that love the seas.
I should turn again to the...
Sunday 20th January 2019 10:01 pm
Where once we would double-dig
the claggy clay with all our might;
our various jackets discarded;
grasping at handles -fate would be fair-
now we walk alongside someone else's fence
as if in need of a guide rail. And after will come
our lamenting wraiths howling as they must
their warning for men too well adapted, losing options.
Already whispers rise that will not ...
Saturday 12th January 2019 8:33 pm
There's a stand of woods to which I'm drawn
hand on the bark to be sure.
And tinctures right earthy
now real, now elusive, grow heady
among spires all rooted to the core.
And you want your love to know your love?
Stand here but more than enough.
And swear sweet this love new made
of the grove's inspired clay,
your longings conveyed by the doves.
Thursday 3rd January 2019 12:30 pm