A raw WoPo poem:
Dark rhythm,
blue guitar
Red hot lyrics
A fading star
Stepping to the left
Jigging to the right
Considered by some
An unholy sight
Iconic, sardonic
Ripped from the soul
Beat out the music
On a prison bowl
A raw WoPo poem:
Colour infused the world
A light humming blue
Warm, cocooning the mind
Bring peace to the soul
An orb sat throbbing with yellow glow
All fear was locked within
Cleansed by the intensity
A dream was beginning
Hills lay draped
Across the horizon
Bringing a restful candesance
The over worked mind
Sang red
Green were the birds
Fanning jewelled tails
Resplendent in harmony
Life brimming over
Ripples of orange played with this landscape
Creating patterns of new thought
It is hope abandoned
It grew once more
In the non-dark shadows
An inky river carved its way
Blackly through the hills
Stealing the loveliness
To deposit on distant needing shores
Scudding purple clouds
Pearlised the tranquil sky
Pulsing magenta
Settling an indigo haze
Violet became the night
Whitely the flows of spirit dance
Stretching ethereal hands
Gathering around the thoughts
Peace
A raw WoPo poem:
When I first saw you
I loved you, the way you moved and talked
The way you looked
But I did not love your cloths
Nor your hair cut
Or believe that anything like love could exist for me
For us
You burnt me
With a smile and a kind eye
Just one, for I could tell the other was wrong
Your soul did not live there
Later you explained it did not work
We did not go out
There was no magical date
Instead…
months of emailed trivia
A friendship bloomed
When I first kissed you
Or you kissed me
Or we kissed each other
I was trembling within
I wanted to capture that moment for ever
Sometimes I still live within it
The lights along the river nestled us
We were cocooned in a world of US
You wanted to walk me home
But I took you to the bus stop
To check that you were safe
When you first said you loved me
I looked at you skeptically
For though I loved you
How could something
So perfect as you love me?
Why say it
I was hurt you thought me a fool
But you carried on saying it
Again and again
And finally I knew
You really thought
You loved me
This scared me and thrilled me
And made me so sad
You deserved someone better
When I first said I love you
I didn’t mean it
Or rather I did
But I hadn’t meant to say it
As if not saying it
Not mentioning that four letter word
Could make it
Not true
Love?
Pah! What was that but some silly notion
Teenage girls thought of love
I never had
Well not like them
All that romance stuff
Princesses and dresses and kisses
Not for me
I would not surrender who I was
When I said it
Uttered it’s loveliness
I felt struck dumb
Blood rushed to my head so I could not see, nor hear, nor think
You froze in wonder
Looking down at me with blue eye
You kissed my forehead
But did not remove you weight from me
We both knew I would leave
I would disappear
If set free from you then
Love?
I didn’t believe in such silly things
Not sure I do now
But you make me happy
It is you that makes the day
Radient I bath in the glory of us
As I play computer games with our eldest daughter
She has you’re lankiness
And you two bicker
Neither willing to admit that sometimes
Being a pedant wont work
I have to intercede
As you have too when I argue with her
About weather blue or purple is the best
When we first saw her
On the dark glowing screen
Nothing but a blob
A Little white blinking speck
A heart beat
Our child
Then our love
This strange strong thing
This thing that joins us
And crushes and gives us strength in weakness
That love
Yes that
Seemed as if it was all, that would ever be needed
I didn’t believe in love
I didn’t need too
Love found me
It found us
And the more we give
To each other
The more it seems to grow
For you Alaric
My love
A raw WoPo poem:
Simplicity grows ever more complex
Until it spreads butterfly wings
Flying away to strange waters
Mathermatical Certainty
Order breaking down and beyond is Chaos
A new regime of ermergance
As if the system is reset
Using new, exotic tools
A raw WoPo poem:
Around and around, each time changed
By the minute, not enough to see
Shifting beneath, unsteady feet
Scratching the surface, uncertainty
Bursting with multitudes of worlds
Linked together, by the passage of time
Changing the small and tipping Chaos onto the scene
Sewing the threads of differences, barely noticed
Epochs show the march in lives and deaths
Leave scars, within and without
A raw WoPo poem:
The city lay dormant
Chill are in pre-drawn
Stretched grey
The road damp
And then…
A truck
Just one
Slow chug
Strang electric whine
Depositing milk
Now people erupt
Onto the scene
One here, two there
Emergence
Slow and lethargic
Heading to bus stops
Car engines stall
Pedestrians plod along
Blearily the moment arrives
An ant hill of civilisation
Frantic
Shifting tides
Workers
Bosses
Scurrying and carrying
The day has begun
A raw WoPo poem:
Stark
Sharp clear
No place to hide
Softness gone
Into lines
Edges
A raw WoPo Poem
Serenity of mind, stilling limbs that flailed
Marks of tension, deep furrows etched,
eased with a flowing outwards
The pain trapped within lanced like a wound
There is Freedom at the core of being
A raw WoPo poem
Ability – to do what?
Anything or nothing
I used to climb
Do archery
Fix things
Then it hit like a hammer
So some days
Bed is all there is
Some days the pain is all there is
Months of learning to walk again
And again and again
Hands that can sometimes
Draw, paint, mould and create
Reduced to rubber
Ineffectual
Can’t even feed my baby
Me…
The mother invalid
No ability
Swiped and lost
Relient on help
Once so proud to do it all
All I can do
Is sing when I can
Sing lullabies to children so small
And when I lay there unable to do
When pain is all there is
I weave words in my head
A creative tapestry
Worlds I create
For wide eyed tots
A new ability born
Such things had no place
In the life I had before
The energy and drive of the younger self
Never had time
I have a new richness
Born from the sorrow
An imagining of what I would be doing
If I were her once more
Stories and tellings and pictures and…
Abilities change
Do what you can
With what you’ve got
It is the trying
That must never stop
I have been chugging away at the poetry and have in fact surpassed the total number but the poems are raw and in need of some desperate editing. A lot of them are also concepts that have been flying around my head for months. Add in the fact that I wrote in the Arts Cafe and have attended a workshop and the total count is not surprising.
However it has not been plan sailing – I have been rather ill again with blood problems making me pass out if I am not careful – this again has made me more likely to sit and write poetry for hours on end but the quality is not my normal standard as to be quiet honest I am a bit thick at the moment!
Having said that I am going to continue plodding onwards with writing poetry and maybe even editing some this month and I should improve soonly. Also I have decided to submit a poetry collection to publishers and see how I go with that.