I'm just reviewing my recent poetry. And considering how, when I've only just started to write again, after a good year or so of being frozen... It's pretty dark. My moods fluctuate alarmingly, as you know, or can imagine, if you 'know me' - but, I didn't realise how 'dark' I was. I worry that … Continue reading Poem: Not
Poem: The quality of dark
I wait for the 'adjustment' The opaque film to... clear I've been waiting a while Eyes strained, nails driven Into my palm The minute hand says, ' near'. I'd watched the light retreat when the sky turned midnight I braced against the stars Dreading the bright orb, which dared to rise And doused the world … Continue reading Poem: The quality of dark
Poem: Beautiful
I glimpse myself through your eyes Only when I'm most filthy Your voice, light through mud flames burning purity You make me beautiful I am what I most despise But you never see me filthy You see light in thorns, My flame ignites You make me beautiful In my most desolate cries You whisper what … Continue reading Poem: Beautiful
Poem: Sliding
I finish my first quickly, belligerently, Avoiding clock, phone, others. I feel my mood falter, dip...slide Belligerently, I quickly finish my first. I feel my mood falter, dip, slide Headlong toward the stinging place. I finish my first quickly, belligerently I slide, feeling my mood falter, dip Finally tired of goodbyes This night, I choose … Continue reading Poem: Sliding
Poem: Vauxhall Bridge
I hid my chapped lips, The last vestige of winter Save for the wind which blew tear tripping cold. It ruffled the watery murk, blowing it across the vauxhall bridge traffic; Now surreal by osmosis. Later, balm smeared my wine glass. Merlot hid the cracks, And you painted a similar picture; Something cold, and murky … Continue reading Poem: Vauxhall Bridge
Depressed
Tip toe around the night speaks, They have enough to decipher of the day
Pride comes before ‘I told you so’…
Will I ever learn to be as gracious?
The London Poetry Festival: 7th – 10th August 2009
Poets are brave souls. Not only do they pour out their heart into their PCs, choosing the most eloquent words to describe the sometimes stained, sometimes rank, always kaleidoscopic world we live in; they also read them out! So, knees knocking, i also performed..and it does felt good! This year my favourites were: 'Poets in … Continue reading The London Poetry Festival: 7th – 10th August 2009
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