Poetry Blog by Adam Whitworth
We are all authors
desperate to relate the feeling
just before the lightening strikes
We are all artists
painting the runaway wagon
hungry for time to eat
We are all builders
balancing skulls, no mortar
leaning tower, such a view
We are all inventors
I'll show you if you show me
wild ideas saving lives
We are all explorers
the trail of breadcrumbs has been devoured
what to do if d...
Tuesday 18th September 2018 10:13 pm
The friend we have to consider
settles his accounts on the last day
it is the worst possible time.
'Today's the day' his good motto
bright eyes shine on
a glittering stream of todays.
His darker eyes raw from seeing them
love; tragedy; cavort like little devils
along lanes of fading recollection.
what should our likeness expect to find ahead
Monday 17th September 2018 3:27 pm
A gong struck once holds the attention forever
and ever in the meaning of moonlight
describing the limbs, drinking
doubles in a dry land and
moving as statues, silver the hue.
We are communicating at last
through music and poetry.
Bark and croak of howling beast
should persuade us no longer.
Above the din, on the highest peak
we make our home.
Days made sweet blending
Saturday 15th September 2018 11:17 am
guilty and innocent were keeping score
one step into dark, one step into light
a dance macabre betwixt wrong and right
to the boil they came together and cried
the greedy fed on fears, the hungry died
how could their minds murmer lest we forget
while trampling to oblivion their debt
the greedy and the hungry went to war
weeping and wailing grew just as before
one step to th...
Friday 14th September 2018 12:50 pm
Ascents most extreme scaled only by fools
he returns; he returns not; O the fools
The finest, most elevated branches!
There perch incessant songsters! And the fools
In this limited form they face the void
blue eyes closed the better to see, the fools
Prepared to take flight? Then loosen your grip
encircle the rock with this flock of fools
Thursday 13th September 2018 12:11 am
the new world requires smooth elephants
hirsuit elephants go back into the earth
your eyes abhor an emptiness
people a desert with figures
the new world requires hirsuit elephants
smooth elephants go back into the earth
arms severed long ago reach out
to you the phantom hand of peace
the new world requires smooth elephants
hirsuit elephants go ba...
Tuesday 11th September 2018 5:30 pm
Crime follows crime until the gods intervene
all my free hours I wonder
who and what these gods are
Day follows day without a break
this much at least I know is true until
stark as the eclipse a free hour steals in
A runner unaware of the race
signals the smooth ways where possible
one of many I could believe flying
Impossible to catch such ...
Friday 7th September 2018 9:41 pm
A town like this
whole skies passing over
had a need to be written
they don't satisfy me
I know they don't satisfy you
they had a need to be written
they are satisfied
I have seen the great poet
go down to the sea
hurl a great weight of verses
into the greedy waves
it would take so great an effort
to ensure they float
an effort too great for fles...
Monday 3rd September 2018 8:29 pm
when we see that
we are still afflicted
but we are happy
For the life of me I can't say
where it came from but, this fragment
made a home in my head today.
A teardrop of honey
in exquisite slow-motion, yet to fall.
"When we see that"
I imagine THAT in capital letters.
Jesus Christ, the incredible itch
wondering what 'that' is.
Then again, that cou...
Saturday 1st September 2018 9:22 am
Before now was
You go to the graveyard to talk to yourself
by black night remembering stars
More have sailed away
than can ever return
you have loved them all
and your love still burns
More still remain children
while trees around them grow
lilliputians of emotions
yet you love all you know
That love caught up with a miller
as he set out to sea
his sails ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:05 am
A poem can not be read slowly enough
no safe passage into dear reader's care.
Extreme as Ireland's Atlantic cliffs
where shadow and light like imperilled life flit:
the places words snatched by shrill winds collect.
It is there we must direct our steps, only there
signal moments caught from passing time,
occasional anniversary cards dry in drawers.
I have a prediliction for serious trea...
Monday 27th August 2018 10:00 pm
And there is a time to imagine:
through drought to finis.
So long on the parched plain,
the city of the earthquake becoming
real as myth; silent and still.
Time to feel spent sorrows fly
drinking in the desert, the ruins,
of sorrow multiplied.
Unable to imagine a future
in stillness a wind prepares to blow
in silence, of anger unaware
beside a grai...
Thursday 23rd August 2018 11:01 am
I don't judge the flock born to this hillside
but lay down my burden to get the outlook.
So it is with the heart up the hillside and down
I stop to hear, even falteringly repeat.
It has been shown, it is believed,
It would only be my own heart weighed
and climbing up become falling down.
Monday 20th August 2018 8:34 pm
Waits, noise and mess its camp followers.
The crowd is
always waiting, waiting for a festival-
music or literature even.
Awaiting the mardi gras, the revolution
the carnival, some kind of orgy.
A requiem for someone known to all.
Of course none of these things can help them
but, what could do them any good?
All our children rushing to enlist.
We have tended a patch of land
Sunday 19th August 2018 10:06 pm
Outside the box the river I know snakes.
Crawling over the earth, days send
their shadows to the east
sit at last, drunken, leant upon a bench
Inside the dreams are small, familiar.
Days, like words, made up of meaning
make sense by the sentence;
a necklace of pearls strung together
For the time being all is not lost.
Saturday 18th August 2018 1:25 pm
How the porpoise was drawn into the seas
holding a pace seeming stationary
and, bagged on a shelf in a store of years,
who would believe: love is perfected yet.
Moon-proud a sillhouette over our seas-
a second sight at the antipodes-
curving like the rainbow before she fades
just as never was: love is perfected yet.
Wednesday 15th August 2018 10:50 pm
Sunday 12th August 2018 11:15 am
There falls an almighty darkness
in this most voracious of cities
but one side of the mind is not yet victorious.
Being on the eve, all that is plentiful is hearsay-
new dawn carried off by black knight;
students of fashion seek martyrdom.
But like clockwork the day breaks
glittering, aircraft set their scars across the sky
a show of power
to the universe beyond the...
Saturday 11th August 2018 2:19 pm
There is light at the end of the tunnel
and it is light these eyes were made to see.
My self I have imagined, reflected
in countless frames busy with wild designs
to my left and right,
likeness after likeness for company.
Portrait of the times each step of the way
shadow caught astrals, they reach out, would speak.
How many would change their luc...
Wednesday 8th August 2018 2:04 pm
Five minutes ago I learnt of a man
child of a child, windsock of an airfield.
The world of slavery is robust thanks
to him for both slaves and slave owners hang
in his family tree. Y'see, children of slaves
do become, sadly often, slave owners.
Red herrings swallowed could burst the guts
of infants born to slowly fade and sink,
but this world of slavery is robust
for there's a c...
Monday 6th August 2018 4:52 pm
Anonymous plays his outstanding tunes
outside the concert hall
unencumbered by laurel or crown
anonymous beauty grows enrapt on the green
christening the field Elysian
satyrs, staggered, remark in their dualmind
remembering the vow humane.
For sweet hearts torn and modern minds shredded
in machinelife anonymous donates red blood,
gives higher love where low quotas are imposed.
Sunday 5th August 2018 7:55 pm
Dropped into a transparent sky;
carried far more than sight could bear;
tied to the last migrating bird;
these dreams spilt, from vagrant hearts all.
Coalesced to a melting sun-
the daze of rare celebration.
Or taken individually,
starcount the ways to be explored.
Written light in pencil, no more
than faintest echo waited for.
Like breath of air these words that ...
Friday 3rd August 2018 7:45 am
I don't know the names of these flowers...
but wait, that is the road back.
I found myself here when I forgot
the royal road and the mission.
Camouflaged, a cat brushed past stems
certain of an afternoon's handful of things,
one being- these flowers reject names.
I'm pleased to know just so much
as some darting creature bound for rest
when the closing sky suggests rain.
A flock l...
Saturday 28th July 2018 9:46 pm
Wednesday 25th July 2018 8:08 am
May be read or unread
that is not our concern
bloom spontaneous in hermetic mind.
May be misunderstood
or diluted in time
restoreth a most ancient faith
by a most novel innovation.
May wield the harsh weapons
of a vengeful orphan
distracts a fool from his folly
installs a world unnoticed.
May be a phial of stage blood
to stain the sea red
Tuesday 10th July 2018 6:41 pm
Look- all is reassembled in a year.
For a pastel fleck comes the bee, the thorn.
But seeds who still wait lay frozen by fear
under the wheels of a machine. Unborn.
Look- flowers are walking, summer to spread
across so fine a landscape warm and green.
Yet more- and on a pitted tarmac bed
to sun, from shadows owning them, will lean.
How shall I honour them? Mod...
Wednesday 4th July 2018 10:55 am
You don't understand, do you?
we'd lie under a crushing trove by now.
You're the dead man walking. Slowly.
Lonesome George, you are the last of your kind,
the cut already made. But you don't understand,
Going back to sleep an hour is a long time.
"Upon a hillside, sheep-dotted
a shepherd and soft flute player
enacts the old tale without end
Sunday 24th June 2018 9:41 am
Of the utmost pliable nature
I picture an enduring surface
the skin of a planet.
Between intolerable molten core
and absolute void where chaff may disappear
ouroborus; mobius; this surface
observes all and only the laws of Pi.
Wrapped around as on a bon-bon
its intricate designs kept clear and shiny
by all who feel entitled or obliged to care.
And here is water, somehow,
Monday 18th June 2018 10:35 pm
So long do I study burning sand in my flameproof palm yet
certainly I know it must slip through prodigal fingers.
Through floors of taverns
and the centre of the world as easy.
And the gate between two stars;
the void blowing shining galaxies apart.
So far, it will be true at last- none of this ever was.
Clear streams chime on smoothed rock.
Hidden birds proclaim blessed...
Sunday 17th June 2018 12:31 pm
On this day a brightness stands against blue
blue overwritten by shape- white-
an ornamental chimney
lidded, blessed with a little roof of it's own
white of paper outshone
by vital integral scissored-out shapes
dainty as a pottery oil-lamp.
What is it to you, T.S?
Nothing significant on this day?
What can truly be said, Pablo,
on this day, how many people?
Oh, Seamus, What should ...
Saturday 16th June 2018 9:15 pm
Just when it seemed I would live forever
not troubling a dentist for ten years
nor yet too gross to ride a bike
well it is said it's all downhill from here
And as it seemed that fairytales come true
'twas I saw a shooting star to be caught
so plucked three wishes too quickly
raw strength, wicked cunning and fierce beauty
But all that needs to be said has been said
so very well my...
Friday 1st June 2018 11:12 pm
Thursday 31st May 2018 6:31 pm
With a wash, a milky sky,
she is wide awake and at the canvas.
Swallowing an olive or
sipping seawater soup
she's chuckling away
the hours that pass.
It's a brightening morning-
she must attempt a blue more intense.
Ultramarine, titanium white?
More, less? One thing for sure -
not everyone can be Rembrandt.
High noon and gold is fierce
as her brush now primed:
Tuesday 29th May 2018 8:56 pm
Tell us all the origin
how you live
on the edge of town
how you manage
to miss the village maypole
the fireworks over our grey river
how your wife's friends
are not your friends
how your hidden ways
make sense among us.
Tell us again
tell us whenever
we grow curious
who really need to know.
Faraway and wild places draw you
away from your b...
Saturday 26th May 2018 5:57 pm
It dawns on me at last
the storm clouds I have turned and turned to evade
yoke firmly to the schist beneath my feet,
dark with familiar paths I can never scrub.
From here, say summer picnic leftovers,
no bee would buzz far. The opposite of a poem,
a passing sportscar suggests, is a bad poem.
But a true-coloured reflection,
the old ram at the fence boldly declares,
is indulged gl...
Monday 21st May 2018 8:32 pm
Figure of fun, stinking of piss?
That old man is Wordsworth in the field,
patriarch to small capped heads. But you
fail to recognise Socrates in the market and there
springs your catastrophe. Yours
is now the society of a bullet entering the head
repeated in slow motion, repeated ad nauseum.
Take pride in tall towers if you must,
who now can record faithfully their collapse?
Monday 21st May 2018 6:19 pm
A lifetime of wide-eyed skywatching but now
a glimmering lantern I blindly clutch for
in or out of this world. A sober Moon incises:
songs and spells of comfort tell
she is great, synonymous with real magic.
Every part of herself from nothing to all
given and taken through every season.
Long through my benighted dramas, selfish episodes,
never once has she tur...
Sunday 20th May 2018 9:59 pm
Lay in the trench
bean, barley, corn,
twisted in silken sheets
your love dreaming.
In all the lord's land they lay
walk the safe way home.
Saturday 19th May 2018 10:10 am
When the caveman met the civilised man
impressively, one did not kill the other.
Each had skills the other understood
would take long practise to equal.
Instantly created sign language
deepened their understanding.
Each was amused, wondering if
they could make it in the other's world.
For simple joy in the parabola they threw
between them a small green sphere.
I believe i...
Monday 14th May 2018 9:11 pm
Emerging from grey, a cool green garden
has no audience at all.
As the music you practise
you practise for its own sake.
As aerial larks have sung, always sing,
for very particular ears.
Resisting analysis an artwork
in silver much clearer than gold.
Your prophet's tears dew on foxes
returned to the hole for the day.
And aerial larks have sung, always si...
Saturday 12th May 2018 10:41 am
Just for today, let us declare,
there is an amnesty on dangerous words-
before slammed doors, smashed cups. Broken hearts.
Calmly, quietly, lay your shocking words on the table.
In honesty there's no authority here and no criminal,
Steely words come softly from both sides of the table.
Shorn of spikey rhythm, long-writhing rhetoric
lies still, lamb-like; object of sympathetic tears.
Thursday 10th May 2018 4:36 pm
Your depths wait like
a sombre boy's rockpool.
Focus of a cornflower-blue dome,
catching echoes of those
animalicules designed to hide.
Yes, your depths wait.
Fevers you feel will subside
with the blinding sapphire blue-
loved ones consider lightly;
the kraken thinks best to hide.
Wednesday 9th May 2018 7:02 pm
As loath to cease breathing
the briefest interruption -count in minutes-
of young lovers begins, as so much,
with an exchange: the parting kiss.
Thoughtfully curry-combing horses before
one long dark trek; sharing silently
the feast to safeguard against famine.
Art's lady, you draw a timeless moment into time;
giving the perfect answer without a question ...
Saturday 5th May 2018 6:02 pm
Is the gulf so wide
that we no longer look over clearly?
However great a part of humanity:
apart is not nearly enough.
When reason borders on unreasonable
where do you draw the line?
Conquest confounds poetry
in the soul, a trophy never enough.
Will efforts to camouflage the obvious
spiral into loveless isolation?
Alien antennae pierce armoured skies.
Beyond the pale is ...
Wednesday 2nd May 2018 11:25 pm
Silence seems to be practising on me
from that uncertain distance
where the sky meets the sea.
Looking so far without obstacle
I don't know what I perceive.
Is that the other bank of a vast river,
and how might things be viewed from there?
On a day like this great ocean is
laying foam upon the sands
awakening my toes way down there
miles above my head wide sky is
Saturday 28th April 2018 10:47 pm
Handsome oak tree, one grand thread,
but split, split, split. Tangle of limbs,
cloud of leaves, your thread is
a network of veins; what is more
alive than you? What years have you
not known, and intimately:
their seasons have a particular ring
in your meticulous soul.
Unaware of my second nature
still you know how I plague a world
-it is in the air that sustains ...
Friday 27th April 2018 11:33 am
They're making trees out of paper!
Oh, it's all in a good cause.
One leaf says "I wish I was better."
So many others are much worse.
What leapt out at me in the cold
corridor, where anyone might pass
was a crinkled leaf I had stooped to pick
from the tiles, which read
"Am I going home with you?"
Well, no one paints just to cover the canvas
as we speak politely...
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:20 am
An April morning in silence crept past the night
but she the dreamer had woken and found
lodged in her mind a bare line...
At once she knew it was a poem's title
as an egg in a nest is known to be sacred
and more- from her other world- she'd seen it
writ large for scholars on the old blackboard
When she told me- yes, forgive me
I am the most fortunate of men...
Monday 23rd April 2018 9:23 am
Here we are again for self-improvement
I see a hippo-like creature
has become a whale
and though her soul be polluted
with poison through unfair ages
she has pledged to pilot the man to safety
whose fate is with the cruel sea
here we are again
excavating on waking
at the site of the mirage
and there our nightmares are piled high
with all that cannot harm us
oddities brought u...
Friday 20th April 2018 11:17 pm
Tuesday 17th April 2018 12:00 am