Someone mentioned music as a potential subject for a poem. I came up with this. Hope you like it. Could you wish away music from the world? Chord Progression Some fool made a bitter wish beneath a thin duvet, Desperate for sleep and plagued by neighbour’s noise, Invoked a doubting but obedient genie; Bid him […]Read more "Chord Progression – a poem"
Hi everyone, I am taking a break from chocolate, sweets and biscuits for the next few weeks beacuse I’m aware of how much rubbish I have been shovelling into my body over the last few weeks (and way back beyond that too). This cold turkey approach has left me wandering around, shaking like some kind […]Read more "Slouching Towards Diabetes – a poem"
I asked one of the children at school today what I should write my next poem about. They said summer, so that’s what I did. I enlisted their help a little by giving them big bits of chalk and asking them to write some ideas on the playground around mine. It was a strange feeling […]Read more "Summer Haze – a poem"
Here’s another poem that I wrote. It’s about origami. I was thinking about it today and it made me sad. The paper was once a majestic tree, chopped down and then used to make a representation of a living thing; perhaps even a tree. Crisply folded lines Turn flat planes to wingéd beasts, All […]Read more "Origami – a poem"
Merry Christmas everyone, I wanted to mark the holiday by going back into the woods for one more Twin Peaks haiku. I haven’t written anything TP related since the sad passing of Peggy Lipton earlier in the year but I had an urge to go into the dark woods once more and do some backwards […]Read more "What the Haiku – Twin Peaks – New Year Special"
Went for 9 holes of golf this afternoon. It didn’t go well. I did come out of it with this, though. Hope you enjoy it. In The Rough With a swing and a miss And a miss and a swing, Hell with the scorecard; Don’t write a thing! Putters and irons And woods and […]Read more "In the Rough – a poem"
So, this afternoon I took the kids to a soft play in Isleworth. It was extremely busy and the noise level was approaching that of a pneumatic drill or premier league football crowd. I thought of this… Mass of screaming bodies Pulling against the tide Each one without pity Writhing around inside Social norms abandoned […]Read more "Soft Play – a poem"