To Poets, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newman, Sorry, James
Where starts
this obsession?
Surrounded by words, lines,
How can one just explain all these
affairs?
Thomas,
Under Milk Wood,
Or Armitage, perhaps.
At school with War poets, Shakespeare,
Marlowe.
Finding
prose with the late,
Great Brautigan. Hearing
McMillan's radio programme,
The Verb.
Maybe
poetry’s Peel?
Does poetry's appeal
c...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 8:20 am
Rose Tips/Undesired Destination
On my facebook page I've been posting one or more senryu or cinquain each day of November. I like the forms, and the regular deadline has proved good in focusing my concentration. If you'd like to see, message me.
Rose Tips
Garden roses rose;
Testament to nourishment
and annual cuts.
Undesired Destination
Fast car,
Nowhere to run.
Long roads and hopelessness;
Not lo...
Sunday 5th November 2017 7:39 pm
Contemplation
On a trip, away from the normal Normans,
Behind me, two noisy transport links.
The low rumble of a dual carriageway,
And the long, cutting swish of high speed trains.
Ahead, canals. Grand Union,
A railroad of a different kind.
No many in sight enjoying the late morning sights,
Those that are contemplating how things change.
On a bank, near a wood, along the canal.
Saturday 7th October 2017 5:22 pm
Spray and Chase: A Detective Narrative, Apologies to Richard Brautigan
See C Card, the seasoned hack,
Chasing insects around with a little sack.
What drove the down-at-heel gumshoe
to such an endeavour, you may ask,
Well, what other reason is there than
because it is C Card, of course.
It would all unfold like a badly ironed shirt.
On a dusty, dusky night late in September, 1953,
C Card had been reduced
to guarding empty cups in dinner...
Saturday 7th October 2017 3:58 pm
Ferguson’s Formulaic Form
In this little box no bird can fly,
Where all children doomed to die
will cry and cry and cry and cry.
Put walls up around your thoughts,
Collect everything over which we fought
with deeds and cheese and forks.
Close the windows and doors tight,
Clatter down shutters to allow no light
to touch upon our subject’s flight.
Tether the animals, subdue the fires...
Saturday 7th October 2017 3:40 pm
Five Bats
At dusk,
Screaming louder
than you can hear; dancers,
Jauntily in the air, catching
insects.
You will
see-not-see us
flying, sounding out our prey.
Food for furry tummy eats, treats.
Tasty.
Back at
our habitats,
We hang out together,
Chatting though tired; upside down
sleeping.
Look out
for us with care,
We will be there flying.
...
Saturday 7th October 2017 3:33 pm
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