Poetry Blog by Adam Whitworth
Martin Elder on (Sun, 28 Oct 2018 05:19 pm)
Hugh on (Sun, 28 Oct 2018 02:55 am)
Somewhere someone stands by twilight.
A short road mazing
to sleeping or waking
confuse, confound, spiral, snake
it will mysteriously, magically, suprisingly
consciously or not
For the moment there is time
-the air stills and shadows merge.
Time to be tempted by crooked future promises
or, not immune to the charms of the past,
whistle slow the breathless notes of memory.
Saturday 17th November 2018 3:07 pm
But we have forgotten.
Archduke Ferdinand can't explain
Passchendaele or the Somme.
No evil Hitler or monstrous Nazis
weilded weapons of horror
blunt as a caveman's club but,
the toxic flames of inhumanity grew tall.
There are reasons but,
we don't reach for that can of worms.
There are many to blame
shame on them all but,
sleeping dogs lie.
Sunday 11th November 2018 9:39 am
the queen of the lake is
the double of forever
enthroned and emanating concentric waves
of awe confused with fear
fairly apportioned by humbled onlookers
from the magic circle's edge
they expect evidence of change
a new perspective after movement
swan-neck greening over time
lake water less than pure
reflection less than perfect
Saturday 10th November 2018 4:27 pm
and the habitual process begins
clothed for a particular day
this particular sky
make the age old choice of a changeful mind;
to be comic or tragic
but all this sun shines on for good or ill
may as well be the paper-thin fictions
of a swiftly forgotten novel
for changeful minds dwell
in their element
anywhere else but here
Thursday 8th November 2018 8:36 am
alien silk balls
dot the underside
a child could see
who chanced upon that heap
and lifted up
a rusted and rotted
red wheel barrow
Sunday 4th November 2018 9:14 pm
Don't you worry
sanity could never be enough.
Raging against a northerly gale
and not blown off your feet
neither will your words be heard
but don't worry, this is poetry.
Don't you worry
there's no one right answer.
Raging waterfalls of hair,
echoing canyons focussing...what?
Before and after hell can reign
don't worry, this is poetry.
Don't you worry
silent, unhurried truth...
Saturday 3rd November 2018 9:11 pm
The news comes down from ancient Athens-
a follower of Dionysus, dressed to kill,
is unaccounted for. So,
what efficacy in the search;
some insight shone might stop her?
Rich generations or poor
civilisation or civil war
can't put her in a cage
or through a mincer.
The aged and crippled wish
just to live a day longer.
Growing noise makes music
impossible but not obsolete.
Tuesday 30th October 2018 8:38 am
this haiku I find
curled inside an ash guitar
reaching for the strings
Saturday 27th October 2018 11:35 pm
Little, pathetic, countless moans
seeming sunk ocean deep,
no way to trace them or proof
they ever existed but
profound and accumulating
certainty this must be
the regal tale the Earth spins.
Tiny, sorrowful, hopeless cries
they could not be lost, dissolved in some ocean,
nor even turned away from
by minds such as ours.
They are caught in the net of stars
Sunday 21st October 2018 3:10 pm
Here we stand, in running shoes.
These days pass like bullets. Near misses-
snapshots taken at the speed of light.
What might be around the corner
vivid pictures come to us all.
Take the morsel of contemplation-
when some blessed bell sounds.
Then that's it. Let's go.
Saturday 20th October 2018 10:31 pm
Who run the darkened world
but vendors and customers?
Fanfares come over the treetops, theirs
their writing carved in stone.
Am I assumed to go to market?
Then turn back my muse, my genius
my unbelievable guardian angel.
All turn grey as the speechless ones.
Who, spying, run from tree to tree
as if their shadow isn't perfectly clear?
Exemplars all but eluding me
meanwhile I hav...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 10:03 pm
There's a thundercloud sweeping earth with shade
a man juggling a hammer in one hand
Irises grow wide and tall
in spring, and mid-winter
ice on a wren's garden bath
gently tapped to crack
There's a moody wave bites the granite face
darkness and stillness retire hand in hand
Our future steps we sleep to dream
ranged further for the pictu...
Sunday 14th October 2018 12:18 pm
Fourteen silent meditative years passed
before the ascetic returned at last.
The man of common sense, a twin brother
asked what "years of denial had amassed"
Whence in fourteen strides the ascetic led
to the wider river in its deeper bed
and calmly walked over. The twin brother
paid a ferryman for crossing, and said
"See! With two pennies I have done what you
have wasted fourt...
Wednesday 3rd October 2018 8:08 pm
Before the drama is over
shall we leave for a simpler place
before the level drops lower
can we learn of our saving grace
a way to apprehend beauty
through this forest thick with duty
there is a world we might attain
might recover, ourselves regain
there will be no bells set ringing
but still this work it will be done
already the last act begun
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 9:51 am
One is, bewildered, left upright under the sun
while the other, speechless, slipped faraway for shade.
Now those pretty bands making sense of this dumb rock
lead down, like steps, the one who will not leave.
One set in his ways in this age of the critic
reliving the days when poems built up in praise.
Pretty the bands of rock, pretty the rings of trees
pretty your crumbling steps, can...
Friday 28th September 2018 11:03 pm
In an English country garden I roam.
Because there my dreaming mind percieves you.
Your place in my heart is all I hold true.
And where do you blossom as a poem?
Where do I find you complete my rescue?
In our English country garden I roam.
It is there my dreaming mind recieves you.
All your wishes like arrows find their home.
Friday 28th September 2018 3:34 pm
Once more- to haunt the country lane;
the hollow and secret bower
of a melancholy refrain.
So fit it should begin to rain,
Autumn send her gloomy shower
once more to haunt the country lane.
We persist in similar vein,
in thrall to a timeless power
in the melancholy refrain:
Set free all sprites to walk again
if only for a brooding hour,
once more to haunt the country lane
Sunday 23rd September 2018 10:16 pm
I'd give the petals flying
in the hurricane today
the peace they found in the bud
though it may never be.
The dark side of the Earth
encroaches on the day,
run to my heart for shelter
though it overwhelm me.
In the dohyo, immovable object
meets immovable object.
All eyes turned that way
discern a kind of victory.
Thru this burning away of evil
giants stand, grow clearer.
Friday 21st September 2018 10:54 pm
You might have struggled to escape me
yet your tendrils held me to you.
I was far too implacable for any living thing
though strangely bound to you, sweet-sight.
How could I not recognize you as my wife?
We were as one standing for summer.
Now you see me, by fractions,
fly madly from this child's bow.
Yourself carried off:
a fine subject...
Friday 21st September 2018 11:47 am
There was no pond when you came here
you have stood and your tears have pooled
now I stand by though summer may call
choosing the site as most suited
You are the willow bending over the pond
and just as time's appointments are meaningless
to you, I'll be your close correspondant
but forgive me if I obtrude, understand when I recede
Thursday 20th September 2018 2:10 pm
That which ought be
with a turn of the head, appears.
With a blink o' the eye- right there.
One step forward. There.
Who is not familiar
with the powers of the angels
second nature- you'd know it
with your eyes closed.
For who has not awakened to
their revelation in dawning light,
birdsong nigh perennial wisdom
and dew-fresh the simple gifts given...
Wednesday 19th September 2018 7:58 pm
We are all authors
rabid shorthand relates the feeling
just before the lightening strikes
We are all artists
painting the runaway wagon
ravenous 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
our trail of breadcrumbs sniffed out and gone
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
At the house of Mr. Biswas
we'd evesdrop: a bond between us.
On moonless nights like this, I swear
we had a light leading us there.
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
No need to confess
hair infused with smoke
hand red and burning
from slapping a snowman hard
and all these hours late!
Once a man stamped a boot on the moon
the rest of us need no name
no need to confess
from Beijing to Bogata
the cakes are disappearing.
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