This poem I wrote, inspired by St. Nectan’s Glen in Cornwall. It’s a poetry video, containing photos I personally took within the three visits I’ve been there, and the music is me on the guitar (after many years of hiatus). This is another aspect of music and poetry I want to try, so I’m hopingContinue reading “St. Nectan’s Glen”
This is a poem I wrote based on Juan Sánchez’s Rebirth. I have the audio of me reading the poem to his music, as well as the typed poem below. This is something I really enjoyed doing, and I plan to continue it with other non-copyrighted music. 21:11 The Pathless Black gives way to nature,Continue reading “The Pathless”
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.
My assessment has been handed in! So I’ll be able to update regularly again. They’ll be a lot on poetry and music, because it will probably be the focus of my dissertation next year. My assessment pieces involved Soundcloud and Youtube, but I won’t post the link here in case it gets flagged during markingContinue 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”