Turquoise Monster

The amount unseen grows
Where we thought a body of knowledge
Only shadows reside
Growing into an edge
A wave that cascades our way of thinking
Every answer that you find
Spawns a multitude
Nothing is known
No certainties
Only more or less likelies
Turmoil of the rational
And the spiritual

The hunt for knowledge led us to this
We see that there is something
Something we did not know before
From all knowing ignorance
We bloom
A ‘I don’t know anything’
An inquisitive attitude
It is a Wisdom
The journey has begun

A code within a code
A mystery that is never solved
It is the universe that unfolds
Showing shadows of worlds untold
And so we look, and so we find
Questions to answer another time

The words were written at the tips of waves
Crashing along the coast, dark, rapt ribbons of foam
The number of bubble within the froth, a code
A machine that turns and is seen, the world
Simultaneous simulations merge and the model learns
Shame the people do not

Dark cluster fuck Bright emerald dream The flip flop of current Blink, never reopened Amber warning, red Snark

Rain beat and beat and beat
Until roads ran as rivers
Fields pooled as lakes
Wind ripped the roof tiles
And the sea swarmed the land
But still the rain
Beat and Beat and Beat

I am so so happy that the writer Becket responded to my tweet saying that my Haiku was perfect, he loves this particular poetry form, so it means a lot 🙂 Not to mention the excitement of being noticed by an author you like 🙂

I am also going to be reading The Little Book of Spoogy Poetry at Sticky Stories in Bristol on the 26th of Feb (2014). I will also be performing the first Cuddly Science story, this is not poetry but I am still excited about it 🙂

I will have copies of The Little Book of Festive and Spoogy Poetry, and audio collections including The Little Book of Easter and Spoogy Poetry with me for sale.

I am rocking the poetry writing now – I am well a head of schedule and beginning to think about how I am going to spend the rest of my poetry allocated time 🙂

I have a lot of poems to type up, with last months efforts too I now have almost a reporters note book full of material, this needs to be typed up and edited and some of it submitted.

I’ve written about five specifically for submission – I found it very useful to go and find places looking for poems and writing things for them. These are the poems I am most worried about though, which is daft.

After a slow start I am now back up to speed so am very happy 🙂

I’ve never written a haiku but there was a competition to win a signed book by a man called Becket who I came across via Anne Rice. So I wrote the below poem, I didn’t win but everyone seemed to like the Haiku – it is not the traditional form but does count as a modern haiku.

Hibernating books cluster,
dusty shelves forgotten,
dreams and dangers within.

There’s a lovely little pusskin
A hungry little cat
Who is waking from a cosy,
snuggled little nap

The lovely little pusskin
Likes a little pat
But here comes the biscuits
It’s time for her snack!

Melting the slipstream
You and me
So we can start again