20:9 Distant me Train distance three years from home, a new life and knowledge away. Cast back on the skin of the past so they might recognise you, still love you, acknowledge you. Tip-toe until confidence -and yes, ego- force your foot flat, your strides long and unapologetic. See their eyes glaze over in disappointmentContinue reading “Rough poem 20:9”
20:8 Distance away Car distance away from purpose and independence. Lamppost distance away from fresh air and freedom. Front door distance away from total isolation. Kitchen distance away from positive thinking. Sofa distance away from giving up entirely. Home distance away from knowing that I matter.
A perfect example of a poetry film. Poem written and read by Lucy English, film by James Norton. The Book of Hours: Sheltering From The Rain In A Country Church by James Norton on Vimeo
Sorry for the lack of activity lately. I’m back at work full-time (yay!) and have another assessment due on 21st April. I have a lot of music and poetry links/ideas to post, and a few poem ideas. I’m also trying a new type of poetry reading video, which I hope to share more about soon.Continue reading “Update”
21:7 Moments of deep silence fall upon the world, while you remain centered in a forest with a lake. You never let your reflection fall on water, too rippled, too revealing but now you can’t move away. Either side, you’re back into wilderness.
21:6 Judged me, all those years ago, and rated me on a page, never pursuing… never wondering who I could become. Dismissed and forgotten, fate sealed before it began.
21:5 Inaudible to my life, to the things I need to say, to shout, to understand. Plugged up ears block out the noise, while the throat closes and traps in your words. No one will know, because you can’t overcome yourself.
21:4 It begins with knowing it will end. Life will always end, we can’t escape that. Prepare your days of living, knowing you are dying.
Written for my Reading as a Writer assessment, similar to my Sphere-shaped Emptiness poem. 21:3 Black void, floating without purpose, deceptive surface smooth to see, but anything reaching out to it is sucked in. No resistance, with no disturbance to its perfect sphere shape. Dark night and clouds blend it into life, barely noticed asContinue reading “Poem idea”
Written for my Reading as a Writer assessment, inspired by the anime-style script I also wrote (posted today). Similar to the sonnet posted yesterday but some lines altered to fit better. 21:2 Haunted memories force us out, fleeing enclosed spaces to greet the night and rain. Sit upon this sturdy crutch, have the stain ofContinue reading “Poem idea”