stanza (Remove filter)
This is not a draft
I don’t want to mask my poetry
I want you to understand me
Curse your perfect rhythms, rhymes, haikus
Your lyricism, your literary
When I try to adopt it, I turn mute.
Something channels through me
(I’ve never really found the root)
A demanding stream of consciousness
That cannot stop to breathe, let alone
Wait, conceptualise, draft, redraft
I can’t!
...
Monday 7th October 2024 10:25 pm
Alliterative Haiku
Rhapsody of rays..
Ravine resplendent and rich..
Rapturous romance..
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Post Traumatic Echos
moonlight tastes sour
sweat runs through bedroom sheet veins
she gives up on sleep
hallway footfalls
undesired sharp edges
reverberations
echos beat within
in discord with her heart
as hands grip at wind
doorknob, alive, there
embraced by her palm frantic
gasp … inhale … freedom
Monday 29th May 2017 5:51 pm
The Beck Stone
Beck Stone
Rounded lump of grey gritstone now balanced in the beck
Divides rushing stream linking high heather moor to distant sea
A shining silver thread through dale and wold to wide Humber
This same stone, surface scrubbed smooth by falling water
Now releases a stanza carved by a craftswoman from a script written by a poet
Ink to paper
Hammer to chisel
Rock to eye
Wo...
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