With poetry I have always felt a spark. It will take me to places that I used to believe were inexplorable. I have been writing them regularly for at least six months now, when studying as a student, finding those moments to write can prove challenging. I write poems to reveal something- how I think or feel rather than what I have experienced… I am a deep thinker and the language of poetry decrypts my thoughts into something that makes sense, well at least to me anyway. It often comes as a surprise to people, considering my lack of poetic experience, that I write what I do. It isn’t easy but in these uncertain times it is often my refuge, I seek solace in words, particularly those that craft Alison Moyet’s lyrics. Yes, they are perhaps my greatest influence, but where’s the shame in that?
It has become an incorrigible habit doing this, an innocent addiction folding ashes to elegies, pages fluttering to dust twisted inside, slow parching of the paragraphs, I consume prose and set it alight, a morbid obsession, a novelists jealously but don’t jump to put it out cast those ashes, let them call me to tacit thoughts that cannot still- feed my mundane longing into something… like this.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
To Breathe (Is To Burn) (31/10/2020)
Anxious Ground (24/07/2020)
My Friend (01/06/2020)
Road By Road (Write it Slow) (31/05/2020)
Smoke and Mirrors (A Letter to Section Twenty Eight) (29/05/2020)
A Side of Me (29/05/2020)
God or a Vision? (29/05/2020)
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