Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
21:33
Flash of blue
behind the gaps
in fences
teases a world
and life denied
to those outside.
Perhaps a party of
magic is taking place.
Small fairies gaze
through slits and
laugh at the ordinary
beyond, so dull
and stuck in
their repetition.
But the magic is
invisible, and so
the normal walks
past, never exploring
the possibilities
of blue wonder.
21:32
Trapped in the lane of
waiting, between action
and defeat.
Forced into stillness as
breath continues, time
passes but you cannot
move forward.
Flashing announcement
cancelled to prolong
the purgatory of continued
movement.
Wind teases hair into
chill, night already settled
in the sky, but no stars
visible at the station
of the stuck.
Distant sounds indicate life
but nothing touches the
bubble of the pathway
leading to this place.
No one joins you in
the in-between.
Bit of a backlog to share from last year. Some of them will be skipped if they’re to do with my submissions for my course.
21:31
Pump me full of
life that decays
away before you
find use of
me.
Leave me waiting
to be needed while
my insides turn
poisonous and
force foam from
my holes.
When nothing is left,
and your waste is
discovered, will
you fix me?
Or give up
entirely?
My dissertation is over, just waiting for the results, which will be about four weeks. Fingers crossed! So as promised I’m going to focus more on this blog again. I’m still not sure whether I’ll be posting the work I did for my masters yet, but I will be posting my future projects I have in mind.
I think I’ve mentioned it before, but I want to work more with music and poetry. The first stage will be using non-copyrighted music and writing a poem that matches the rhythm, mood etc. Then hopefully I can have a collaboration project with an artist.
I’m also continuing my fairy/folk tales with a twist, hoping to write enough for a poetry collection.
And I’ll be posting my random, everyday poetry that I write again. I have a few already written I need to dig up and remember what year/number to put on, so hopefully I’ll get some up soon!
Sorry for the lack of…anything on here lately. All my focus has been on my masters course. I still need to type up and post poems I wrote last year. The more polished ones I’ve written for my course I’m currently holding back, because they turned out surprisingly strong, and the idea of publishing a pamphlet has been mentioned a few times.
So yeah, updates will be very scattered until, probably, September, when my course ends. After that, I do want to focus on my poetry with music idea, and maybe expand on the current poetry theme I’m working on to try get a pamphlet published.
21:31
Pump me full of
life that decays
away before you
find use of
me.
Leave me waiting
to be needed while
my insides turn
poisonous and
force foam from
my holes.
When nothing is left,
and your waste is
discovered, will
you fix me?
Or give up
entirely?
21:30
I am the party
of childhood.
Simple emotions
not yet layered
with experience.
Laughter, happy,
angry if refused,
but soon forgotten
as the music
starts and presents
are presented.
I am the party
of a teenager.
Nervous for
acceptance, desperate
to go well.
Biting words slice
the air and
pressured acts
will be my
undoing, or shape
my world forever.
I am a party
of a young adult.
The twenties an immortal
race who never fear
death or consequences.
Yet I witness plenty
of both, self-inflicted
or otherwise. Dark
corridors hide dark
deeds, and secrets spread
to infect everything,
everyone.
21:29
To whoever sees
and chooses to
look, understand
the eyes you
nestle in your
head before you
lose all vision
and sink into
the abyss of
darkness.
Of ignorance.
21:28
Expectation of ink,
splatters and curves
forming sense.
Change a life,
change all life,
with stains and
mistakes all
will see and
believe.
Perhaps mistakes
are all
that is
left.
A quick poem written with this year’s theme for National Poetry Day: Change.
21: 27
Observe the rolls
evident, even when
lying down.
Blame age and
depression for
your changing
form.
Buy expensive
equipment, retrieve
your bike from
the garage, years
of mould judging
you.
Stare and stare,
and ask for change,
but no matter
how tired,
how busy,
how unsure,
nothing will happen
until you begin
to move again.
Scribbled Thoughts