I write a lot and most of it I don't edit very well. I studied English at University but have forgotten most of the poetic forms, so apologies for that. However, I enjoy writing so much that I often don't worry too much about it being perfect (which is in direct opposition to the rest of my life). I'd like to start writing some Performance Poems but at the moment I'm going to stick to whatever the muse brings me.
Berberis That mourning I went to the woods, misrepresented by madness. Life chastened, clouds crept on whilst I cried up on my cross. I picked obscure rose petals and placed them in abandoned jam jars. I trampled on my spirit, a quiet cost. I found an inner peace, like a pardon. A new diadem excavated encircled my loss. I danced on wet grass with God, crown festooned. I grasped but my hand met with a shrub called Berberis. It taunted me with it's pretty yellow flowers. Unkempt wasteland dominated, the boss. The devil kept up his damage, thorns tore at my mind. I found a wood anemone, growing in the moss. A delicate flower in a hostile wilderness. It showed me the beauty of the Holy Ghost. I sat down amongst the trees, at the natural altar of peace.
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Tuesday 13 March 2012
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