Poetry Blog by Tom (childhood)
Stumbling across a hidden river
lost amongst lush greenery
where grass and stones collide
I feel my thoughts split open
the tacky pull of damp ground
the grand firmness of dry bark
and these muddy banks transporting me...
In my swirling senses
the immediate evaporates
I hear water rushing
rushing into the past
Where teenage bodies dive
and teenage bodies glide
Sunday 12th April 2015 12:03 am
Hi All and Happy New Year!
Following on from the Space competition which ran over November/December by Paul Blackburn I am now going to follow with this month’s prize and competition. I know I’m starting it a little late in the month but you lot are so inspired I’m sure you’ll come up with some amazing stuff in 3 weeks...
The rules as much the same as they have been so far:
Friday 7th January 2011 12:40 pm
Cinema Child (2003)
I stood on the sand and watched the boats afloat
I thought of myself and thought I must look right
I'd look cinematic, brilliant, deep, mature
All the eyes were on me, because I stood out
How they'd love me
As those ships drift by, I'd be thoughtful
Roll my eyes and look at the ground
With all the girls watching my ticks and style
I was sullen, moody, sexy,...
Saturday 26th June 2010 12:49 pm