20:146
Animal breath thick
with rot, choking.
Needle sharp fur
enclosed, an iron maiden
piercing skin, hidden
from the world.
Will they hear
your screams?
Do you have
any left?
Poem idea
20:145
Back into the cage
and do better,
so when, if,
you are released,
you can say
this time you
made it worth it.
You deserve to
be a part of
this world,
this story.
Musician wanted for poetry/music collaboration
I’m hoping to form a collaboration with a musician for my creative writing masters’ assessment. I want to create two pieces, one where the musician writes music based on one of my poems, and one where I write a poem based on one of the musician’s work. The form/style is negotiable/will be part of the collaboration process.
Some possible styles are: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BgXgQHINScU
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If uninterested in a collaboration I’d also be grateful for any original music people are willing to send/permit me to use for writing a poem. I would give full credit and if the musician preferred I didn’t post it on youtube/wordpress I’d make sure only my tutor saw it for marking. I can’t offer any fee for this because I don’t want to risk my assessment suffering if I officially employ someone. I will of course offer full acknowledgement/recognition, and the musician will have permission to use/post/perform any work we make (as long as they acknowledge my part) once my assessment has been marked.
The assessment is due in April so I’m hoping to get the bulk of the work done in March. This site has videos of me reading my poetry and written poems for anyone who wishes to see what my work is like. Anyone who is interested/has questions/advice drop a comment or send me a message either here or at my Youtube channel. Thanks.
Poem idea
20:144
Ignorant of your movements,
too absorbed in my own concerns.
Missing signs and
moments that should
be acknowledged,
cherished
bragged of to all,
who would smile
but roll their eyes
at the repetition.
Pay attention, or
the moments
will disappear.
Poem idea
20:143
You can’t make a sculpture
on the bus,
create a satisfactory
piece for the world
to admire and
approve of.
Any bumpy creation
is dismissed and
forgotten.
What bus were
we created on?
Poem idea
20:142
How poetry got into you
and exposed your
inner being,
forced out
secrets in
enigmas.
Can they read it?
Do they want to?
Or does it speak
differently to them,
and reveal their
own selves with
words written
by another.
Poem idea
20: 141
A floating follower
that never touches
your path,
cannot understand
footprints
and echoes,
or heaviness
and bones.
They will
never tire,
they will
never leave.
Poem idea
20:140
Station of one-way
systems, trapped
to walk the paths
over and over,
and still miss
your end
destination.
Poem idea
20:139
At night with a lamp
on the page
I feel the world
is gone, empty,
dark,
nothing beyond
this light and
paper.
Will I miss it?
Will it miss me?
The cold and
emptiness surrounds
all,
waiting,
waiting…
Poem idea
20:138
Seeped like a teabag,
your energy leaking
out, spilling into a
cup of flavour
and reviving
someone
who is not
you.
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