I'm new to poetry and have never been published. But I have been reading for while and I want to see how it feels to put some stuff out there and hopefully get some feedback - my first tentative footsteps...
Being I in a world full of time Can I catch some moments of me? Of me that is and me that was and me that will continue to be. Can I catch me being me? I’m looking for language that I don’t even know, No, I’m erecting a tent, but it’s more of a hide in the woods where I can silently be, A camouflaged camp where I’ll wait for me. Hold on, I recognise this place, I’ve seen this clearing, I know these woods, the smells and sounds and the crack and snap of twigs beneath my boots. See, I scared me off again.
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Outliving (work in progress) (12/10/2017)
Clouds, cloudy, clouded (05/10/2017)
Brief desperation, with apologies (28/09/2017)
Forgetting the air (14/09/2017)
The wandering ash and wondering crow (14/09/2017)
Calendars clocks and snapshots (02/09/2017)
Daydreams and nows (24/08/2017)
The Woods (15/08/2017)
Stealing ten minutes on a Friday afternoon (10/08/2017)
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