New Year’s Eve Party
Hand on heart, it is probably a little too late to talk about New Year’s Eve! So, if that bothers you, feel free to think of this as a poem for 31 December 2023! Dancing in the dark (to escape the darkness) In the dark of night I wander through the city Searching for a…
Quiet moment
A spontaneous poem, with a little rhyme. SilentI try to hold the beatin my mindbut it crumbles, Iam flying blind I try to paint the pictureof a yesterday,blending colours thatquickly fade away In all the chaos, thereis a momentwhen I can be still,be alone and silent.And yet I cannotcommand the beator tell the imageto emerge…
Sitting in a bar…
Last month I went on a short vacation to a tropical paradise. One evening my wife and I found ourselves sitting in a crowded bar, watching a band set up as patrons continued to arrive. The bar was small. Amongst all of this chaos there was a woman twisting and turning her way around the…
Short and sharp
Feeling a bit cynical today…brought on by housework, I’m sure. NumbingFor medicinal purposesto smooth rough surfaces,so that I can fit in the moulds I’ve been soldand not feel the edges cut my skin.
Lunch time musing
It’s coming to the end of my working week. I have been spending a lot of time in front of a screen, so imagine my surprise when I spontaneously wrote this… Computational lifeEnterPasswordUnknown userSystem errorRebootRestartSpark (of life)Blue lightto greenBlinkingUpdate installedChargedEnterOpenFileSaveRenameArchiveCloseFluorescentBlue screenLostRecoveredUnable to duplicateCoding errorHelpDeskBoundRestrictedAccessPermittedCalculateCreateDistributeScheduleReportOn holdProgrammeSettingsNo longer supportedTransferUserLicenseDelete.
Linking poet to reader
Here is a little musing I had after lunch today. It was inspired by thoughts about what happens to a poem after it’s written…who ‘finds’ it, what do they make of it? There are barriers between us-Time and spaceDisconnected bodiesI wonder when you will existang you will question if I ever didWill these shapes running…
Woven together
This year has been difficult. The words that once flooded my day have remained, more often than not, ebbed out far beyond the horizon. But I am trying. And I will keep trying. This poem is one I wrote earlier this year, but at least I am sitting here typing it out. Woven together The…
Return of the pen
No doubt you have noticed that I’ve been absent from the blogosphere for the last 6 weeks or so. I needed to take a break, recalibrate some things, and overcome a sudden loss of words. Every time I thought about writing I would feel a tightness in my stomach that overrode my ability to hold…
Shattered light
The human soul is often depicted as a flame. The flickering that creates the light in our eyes and perhaps gives the universe colour. But what happens if the light breaks, distorting the colours and the human? Life Colours Red for the anger That burns like fire. White for the fear You chose to hold…
Too worn to smile
I think this poem, written about five days ago is pretty self-explanatory! A study of my face The face in the mirror Is becoming strange to me Not because of the lines that come with age or the wintering of my hair. I can see it in my eyes those cataract glazed lenses seeing less…
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