My Masters application has been sent. Fingers crossed!
I should have some new poem ideas up on Thursday. Promise.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
My Masters application has been sent. Fingers crossed!
I should have some new poem ideas up on Thursday. Promise.
So I have two ideas to try and challenge my writing a bit.
1). I’ve bought A Practical Guide to Poetry Forms by Alison Chisholm, to refresh me on poetry forms and challenge myself to write in something other than free-verse.
2). I really like the idea of poems with music. Or music written to fit a poem (a bit like bards). I used to play the guitar but can’t play it much because of my hand issues, but I’d at least like to research the idea.
I probably won’t get much done this week (still focused on my Masters application and trying to get my second reference) but hopefully I’ll start putting these ideas into action soon.
20:51
Chasing time to gain
more, not realising its
laughing and doubles
in speed. The more
you chase it, the further
away it travels.
20:52
Measure my worth with
a piece of paper, and
a signature of someone
you’ve never met.
20:53
The phone call that
should change your
life delivers the blow
of…nothing.
20:49
Peer beyond the shutters
to the world of pages.
Gaze in and wonder
why barriers prevent
your knowledge. Reach,
reach, beyond your limits,
and lift the pen to
forge your fate.
20:50
Lanyard around your neck,
to identify and eliminate,
tighten the self-wearing
noose around yourself
as you smile and greet
another ominous shift.
20:46
You cannot sing,
that’s a fact,
the sound you produce
is not soothing or
hypnotic. Yet when
you start, I always
stop to listen. That
out of tune hymn,
the too high note,
is comfort to my
world. It signals
you are here, and
relaxed enough to
reveal your flaws.
Perhaps today will
be a duet, my gurgle
bass to your
wavering lead.
20:47
Raid of blue
as you sleep,
unaware of the
chaos so close by.
Sleep on as the
world changes,
wake to find all
security gone.
20:48
Security of a thin
layer of wood, blown
from its hinges
with barely a struggle.
Were you ever
really safe?
How do you feel
now, so exposed
to the world?
Look long and hard,
as it forces itself
on you.
So the Masters open day was yesterday, and the course is everything I was hoping it would be. And the finance support is BETTER than I hoped for. So definitely be applying (just need to chase some people down for my references). I’ve got three new poem ideas I still need to post, which should be up either today (unless I get too tired and need to sleep for my night-shift before I finish them) or tomorrow. I have a week off work the beginning of March, so hopefully I’ll get more writing time (although my sister is coming to stay a few days…which usually means Lego games marathon…because we’re immature children on the inside). It’s been an interesting, stressful few weeks involving interviews, car issues, scary weather and other stuff, but I promise I’ll get back to steady posts soon.
Sorry I haven’t posted anything for a while, it’s been a crazy past few days. I have a few poem ideas written, I just haven’t had the chance to type them up. But Saturday is the big day, the masters course open day, so hopefully I’ll get inspired again once I’ve viewed and checked the student finance offers. Some big changes might be happening in personal life soon, but I’ll try post some poem ideas and a few rambling ideas I’ve had on Thursday or Friday.
20:44
Your physical self
restricts your endless
imagination. Multiple
goals with limited
time. Disabilities and
obstacles plague your
path, with a hand
outstretched that can’t
hold the weight. If
only you could lift
your mind from time
and self, to experience
all the wonder
inside complete satisfaction.
20:45
(Starts about a contagious illness)
Reaching for one last
bone-crushing, love-
defining hug.
Am I selfish enough
to ask it?
Are you desperate enough
to accept it?
20:42
A voice calls out into
the void, expecting
nothing back. Tears
of relief and awe
blur their senses
when a reply is heard.
They’re so overwhelmed
they can’t understand
the words.
20:43
The feel of rolls
digging into the resistant
fabric, cutting deep
and leaving angry marks.
20:40
A reunion with the
person I’ve never
seen the face of.
Recognising a voice
I’ve never heard.
Soul speaking to soul,
heart beating with
yours. Speak a
name you shouldn’t
know and fall into
my life.
20:41
Build a bridge across
the world, promote
peace and equality.
But its foundation,
dear Earth, is built
with dynamite. While
you panic its impending
explosion, no one wonders
who created, and holds,
the trigger.