Here is one of the poems which I wrote back in March. I’m about to start writing again. This one stirred me to the page again, and it brought to mind the golden eagles I wrote about in the last post to the blog. The birds in this poem were flying in a massive flock … Read more
I have written hardly any poetry in such a long time now – March was the last time I put anything together which might be called a poem. I’m inspired by the daily posts on Greg Perry’s blog at the moment. He is writing a canto series. Each day sees at least one new poem, … Read more
The cowboys have gone out of business or Pretend to be self-made commercial heroes,The fantasy of TV is a bore,His town and home barely exist in prose. Scribbles underfoot were rare, too discreteThey left him to his own devices.He looked for lovers, quiet town, no-one to meet.Only sources of pleasure were vices. Salt water on … Read more
Three are the ways that I have seen youGliding across the sky like Jove awakeningWondering why there are honeyed spaces betweenEvery field of your vision, every space kept unseen Remember the secrets you told me, kept separateNot available for decipherUn-placed now, re-arranged as though you wantSome bespoke arrangement that only I will understand Never have … Read more
Coming out of winter hibernation, I have begun a project for the month of March. 31 poems in 31 days. I’m also carrying a camera and capturing images as the month progresses which I may use to complement the poems. Here is the second poem – unedited or worked, just in its raw form: Whenever … Read more
you’re at that age wheneverything’s moving faster,but you can’t play god.
I keep a regular track of the visitors to the series of weblogs which I host using sitemeter. This helps me to see how many visitors are looking at the site, how they get there, and a rough idea of where they are located. Yesterday someone did a search on MSN Search looking for ‘poems … Read more
bright by echo of bright recallthere is nothing more only the neatness brought about when we tidy as we go alongturning everything into some sort of song then there is the won mind-setno idea why! then there was the loss of a consonant in a cleversmug sort of whatever and finally we let it all … Read more
The words begin Like something that slips down the page – not sure And an imagethat is all that poetry issomething that we can picture in our mind like the arrival of godat a party when he hasn’t been invitedand the host is busy pouring drinksnobody knows the way to speak so the first person … Read more
New wordsNew creationsNew intimations of creativity Old spaces Seen before spoken Somewhere we have been beforeLaw taken overWondering whether there is more in the dustSpecks that have recoveredSpeeches that have been replayed Once the lines have openedThere is not much left to the sands of timelinessSuch as the scan of a mission best replayed