Poetry Blog by Adam Whitworth
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
Friday 18th May 2018 4:31 pm
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
I knew her mother
christened her Untold
nobody has found why
my lot call her Mary
when they call her
Mary of the storm's eye
"you know I love you..."
her old poetry
nobody could resist
only to repent
the visions madly wished
I do not blame her
call her to account
nor denigrate her
in words less craven
the portrait painted
feeds our brooding nature
Sunday 15th April 2018 11:51 pm
Eased into a situation...
Erased without explanation.
Quick to sing O but wrong notes flow-
Quartet, trio, duet. solo.
Upward citizens of the light?
Underground? Wed to endless night.
Another change is due, is due
As ever the struggle doth prove.
Led to believe the old gestalt:
Less than an angel by default.
Tuesday 10th April 2018 9:06 pm
Near nearer morning
Around the roses the buzzing
Among stars still twinkling
Time's jaws a lion's kiss-of-death
Tomorrow equal to yesterday
Unless dreamers cede to fog
Unless lovers would love less
Remember summer and winter
Replay their saintly favours
Etching into eternity
Each captive heart's sonnet
Wednesday 28th March 2018 10:32 pm
Last chancer president makes sure to win before he plays
like a foxhunter with his fox for the hunt in a cage.
How the same should a watcher make rare birds appear?
Why, clockwork gate of bravura movement
(lent from the suite museum of nightmares)
determine the fate of him too long away?
Close on him as slow as the hours
Wednesday 21st March 2018 10:35 pm
Just tell me straight
why are your poems so hard, so abstract.
Well, I certainly can't say I don't have a past.
A hairbush on the table
the couple parting
specifics laid out sadly as cliches
the state of the sky in the evening
all your anecdotes more and more burdensome
No. I'm stuck with my style
and when my rocket-fuel runs low
I'll be writing about another side of the unive...
Saturday 17th March 2018 8:54 am
I am an idolator and all my works are good
I have long fought shrieking cutting air
Wrest free at last these few words I have
Now to mould them for my gentler aims
I am an idolator and all my works are good
The ideal image holds children giggling
Waving their feet in a watercourse sparkling
Warmth of the lone Sun glow upon them
I am an idolator and all my works are good
Friday 16th March 2018 8:40 am
A plectrum in the dust I saw today
a blast from the past it made me smile
knowing so many wouldn't even know
what it was it brought to mind the poem:
Kingdoms Without Letters
Unfamiliar yet frightful all
The shell-thin skulls just like mine.
An incomprehensible vortex of their movements
Resolves to nothing while I catch up on sleep.
I might speculate on their ...
Wednesday 14th March 2018 7:06 pm
I present myself as prisoner
all the while
I present myself as lord
Sighing the crass song
"Dear Vanity, Your Uncertain Steps"
eyeing the Greek statuette
my straight borders, monoculture lawn
I have thought my garden a model
in good taste, now I cannot say
I have thought it
a mazing absurd joke, but no.
O, Amazonia you are wild and infinite
I hear you rage from my shallow...
Monday 12th March 2018 9:22 am
A star already cold has sent you a poem
Poetry, if said often and loud enough,
has the substance of a rock
Come, make yourself comfortable
find one that suits, smooth and human-sized,
sit half-way up a mountain just for the view
Trusty pen and paper wouldn't pretend
to capture a complete panorama
rest your mind- this gets easier
These lines now tell
of people as you know and lo...
Saturday 10th March 2018 8:37 pm
mama lives in the past
she's been in her element
since the advent
papa looks to futures
for insurance purposes
all well catered for
they fight as if for their lives
only to share all they have
bequeathing to you and I
all that is now dubious
Saturday 10th March 2018 5:54 pm
A patch of dry powdery soil
perfectly square (it has been measured)
only the shiniest conkers
mark the boundary at two inch intervals.
It's a desert or a chinese garden or
the ideal worksite for mini-diggers,
it's a project of my son and heir.
Only now do I read and write
and keep abreast of the news,
and speak to you on the phone
but let's keep it brief okay?
I'm also his assista...
Friday 9th March 2018 2:33 pm
The scapegoat role intact
as high festivities begin
hard on the heels of a time
ringed by those who despised him
now to show no recourse to anger
small breasts exposed to enrage him
with pebbles to the head
the young will forever test him
"I count on those penned in a bowl-shaped church
the congregation of the basin pooled
and a simple word preached over- voila"
As grown from...
Tuesday 6th March 2018 11:45 am
What silhouette fills the archway
heavy shadow of another life's war?
What giant against the sky dominating parent
who has found you out- where you are the authority-
here in your own dream ? Look again.
It is the green knight reaching to fulfill his quest.
Why you, and this night?
The night papillon muses on the wall
wishful the sky be filled with colour.
Friday 2nd March 2018 11:26 pm
...returning your stare. She is
too small to speak, she is
dying. She- gone, ah, football!
And what's this? Going through
your bins. How you hate it so
close to home; the cheek of it.
Invalid old crone, dirty thing.
Ding dong. Jesus Christ. Now what
do they want? You don't
have to answer that...
Friday 23rd February 2018 8:47 am
This is good- we are in each other's dream:
quilling ribbons, pastel slivers
like as moonlight, as a feather
strong as bronze or marble together.
It is good, a double helix in smoke.
History sets a shipwreck on the reef
it's lesson torn away by howling winds.
So early in the day without fail
hear the tortured creaking
rise to the present crisis.
This caricature depi...
Thursday 22nd February 2018 9:29 am
he goes as the crow flies
she in her own fashion
slow, slowly she approaches
the huddled herd lain for warmth
so persuasive the weighty 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-crisp 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
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
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