Biography
I've been writing for a few months now but have yet to be published. Write Out Loud has been a great forum for me to explore ideas and has given me some helpful feedback. My first tentative footsteps have been good so far...
Samples
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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Blog entries by David T Jones
Cockpit check (05/04/2018)
Summer '74 (21/02/2018)
roots and branches (01/02/2018)
An ash goes wandering - again (18/01/2018)
A triumph (04/01/2018)
Memories of a warmer solstice (14/12/2017)
Dreaming and you (30/11/2017)
Dawn by the river (23/11/2017)
Relationship karma (16/11/2017)
Wistful @ Wittering (12/11/2017)
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Comments
Hey, just wanted to thank you for your comment on my poem and that I look forward to reading your works! ^_^
Hi David (Master of the metaphor) How do you think them up? There are very few good prose writers around. That's why I do rhyme.
Keep 'em coming. Ken.
I'll really try to read more of your work, David. You have a sympathy with words, and people, and imagination. You're well equipped to write.
Parul
Tue 21st Nov 2017 10:09
Thank you! Namaste and hugs x
Parul
DTJ....am sure that moment will come again... just tred more carefully...
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Hi David Glad you liked my Antoinette poem!
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keith jeffries
Mon 5th Feb 2018 10:37
David,
Congratulations on a worthy accolade to a flourishing poet. You deserve the honour. Keith