There is exercise in
the rooted words. Knead! Knead!
Glance, the rooted words
are closing in.
About the even’ shift
the sprouting pipes creak thin their heat –
a flailing dance of
conker-burst – Knead! Knead!
The Beautiful Life is different.
This poem is part of a current project to write two poems a week for 52 weeks. The aim is to create a pool of 104 poems and prove that if one writes enough poems some gems will surely result.
In the interim, preview here my first volume of poems published earlier this year.
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Black coats, black pavements, black umbrellas, the rain
Nights black by 20:00. Achoos in the office.
Splutters on the train. Time to switch on the heating and
buy doughnuts in the morning. There has sprung the winter hunger
and it will only grow
On the 19th September 1819, John Keats wrote this lilting ode ‘To Autumn.‘ Images of his autumn’s fruitful harvest jarred with my Thursday of cold snap, rain and ubiquitous black umbrellas.
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Preview my first volume, SHINING IN BRIGHTNESS, here, It includes poems selected from twelve years’ worth of writing in South America, the USA, South Africa and Europe.
I have small veins
that have been drawn
in sinks of scalding water
and vigorous smacking.
Stopped at the upper arm
and with a pumping fist,
the supply is best tapped by the finest needle.
It is sometimes easier
to siphon off blood on Tuesdays
for doctors’ records
than write poems twice a week.
For over three decades I have had my blood taken for medical records, which have been used as teaching material by the hospitals in which I have been treated. Results tallied from my blood, a product of my body, have made a contribution to the world. It is my hope that my writing may do so, too.
My body produces and pumps blood. Surely this same physical entity should be able to produce words? One of my current projects is to write two poems a week. Over a year, this should total 104 new pieces. I sit down daily and write many lines. Sometimes the ideas and deft formations flow with ease. On other occasions, it takes some needling.
Preview my first volume of published poems, SHINING IN BRIGHTNESS.
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There is this woman
married to a man, unhappily.
That woman is not me.
Then she meets dashing young man.
He’s in the army and races horses.
She even knows his mother socially.
No, this man is not me.
They share some acquaintances
and family – the woman’s brother,
his friend, a well-known princess socialite.
The woman’s brother has affairs.
The friend is deeply in love.
The well-known princess socialite functions
as the hostess and message carrier.
These people are tiresome
and interesting all at once.
I shall write a story about them.