Turquoise Monster

The razor blade ride you took
We hope flew you into the sky
You never looked back
Yet you felt regret
Your note told us so

The years weigh heavy around the eyes
But the mind still clasps the rag doll tight
Locked behind amber eyes
Simplistic thoughts cascade
In complex ways
Only unhappy when others say
As an adult only you are to be treated
And they took your doll away

Note: sadly this was a real situation, a lady who went to the handicap centre with my uncle, I remember her with her toys and then what happened when she was considered an adult and had them taken away.

I have 34 shiny poems some of which are being edited up for submission and some of which are being popped up on this blog for the world to enjoy. However I am still going for the 30 hours spent on poetry this month which I still have a way to go with!

So I am going to be sorting bits out on here and looking up more events and things to take part in.

Need the meaning, hope is fleeting.
Eating, drinking, sinking, still breathing.
On the edge seething, enveloped just thinking.

Dark twisted moments
The political decision
Opens the flood gates
And WHOOSH
Down we all go
The Slippery Slope

Frustration paints a neon streak
Highlighting problems
Obliterating the objective
Harsh in over exposure
Time baits the mind
Biting the cortex
Stymied the creative
Muted self-worry
The deadline comes
It goes
You wonder
What was all the fuss?

I am very excited to have been asked to judge the regional part of a national schools poetry competition this year in March. This was a lovely event last year and the children where amazing.

I will also once more be running the World Poetry Writing Month challenge in February. This is a month of poetry writing which had it’s 5 yr anniversary last year.

The shape of sound fits the golden sky
Nothing but a ripple of light
To those who can not see
Blundering to the ground
A rain filtered through clouds
Dripping with a promise of cacophony
But red slashes the gold
Black rips the ripple of the chord
Throttling vibrations to silvered echos
Escaping as a ghost butterfly
A paleness that explodes
Sending a tsunami of self to the cosmos
It is time to compose

I have actually managed to make it half way there! though sadly my attempts at making the decoupage poetry books have been a bit of a fail (there maybe away around this though). It took sometime to get going but now the ball is rolling and I am back in the habit of writing 🙂

This means I am now back on target. Also I have started looking around for performances and things to do. I find being stuck in a room with some poets for a while tends to help.

Roaming hills pulse
As music tilts the mind
Pushing you down from the side
Ignoring the stories of you
A plan of pain
Awaiting a stark intoxication
Of Intellect stripped bear
Lights flicker in hope
A new thought
And the beat that signals a new world