Poetry Archive :: Once Upon a Time

Don’t tell anyone, but this is my favourite Haiku sequence for quite some time.


Once Upon a Time

Begin this story:
Compose a joint narrative,
Write you into us.

Bright introduction,
Minimal exposition;
Straight to the sex scene.

Subtle post-coital glow
Illuminates both; sleeping
Undisturbed, happy.

Once upon a time,
We were possibility
Intimate sliver.

The tale is written,
Each coupling: strengthening
The future, writ large.


Poetry Archive :: Flower

Needing the means to inspire myself this week, this was my solution.


Flower

No longer dormant:
Stand tall, and flower: transform
This sad existence.

Plunge strong roots, deeper
To fuel change: metamorphose
Brilliant, redefined.

The new beginning
Substance of desire: moving
Forward to future.

This does not frighten,
Motivation: push onward,
Fresh bloom emerges.

Under burst of sun,
Egress whole: our happening
Apex of freshness.


Poetry Archive :: Not Good Enough

Artists are very good at mentally beating themselves up. It comes, I think as part of the territory. In order to be a success, there’s a measure of self-loathing and that constant niggle, at the back of your head, that maybe you’re just not good enough.

This won’t be the last time we touch on this subject.


Not Good Enough

A disappointment,
Head shakes, sadly: at what point
Did this all break down?

You have failed to grasp
Inherent issue: sometimes
Life is not simple.

The judge and jury,
Sit, pronouncing: this outlook
Hardly sufficient.

Everything I tried,
Effort expended: sadly
Fate remains unchanged.

Understanding now
It doesn’t matter: outcome
Never good enough.


Poetry Archive :: Details

“Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing.”

– August Wilson


Details

Deconstructing me,
Pick apart threads: underneath
The depth of being.

Reassessing paths,
Signposts, direction pointing
Towards renaissance.

Rearranging thoughts,
A different view: altered
Attending details.

Disassemble those
Disparate parts: equating,
I am but a sum.

Transformation comes
From knowledge: in my control
All is possible.


 

Wondrous Stories

I only realised quite late in the week that I’ve not given any indication of what you can expect via Social media for April. The removal of Facebook and Instagram from my equation is still requiring a bit of work, and there’ll be some additions to the website as result starting on Monday. However, let us not look upon the negatives and concentrate on what is Coming Soon (TM)

#LookCloser#MoreFoolYou

For our #Narrating2018 and #Soundtracking2018, there’s a bit of a diversification of interest: 30 days of details (including the very small and extremely large) and a month of Comedy Songs because frankly there is not enough laughter in the World currently. We’re calling this Short Story Month because once the novel’s done, I’ll want a few weeks to let it rest before going back for a second, concerted edit. Therefore, there’ll be a couple of short stories started for a contest later in the year, alongside one for publication here AND the monthly Twitter story.

THRILLER

A woman goes to a Wiccan Faire in her local Sports Centre and askes an odd request of a seller she finds within… You can expect part one on April Fool’s Day, which in a rather odd clash of interests also takes place on Easter Sunday. There’ll be the normal selection of weekly poetry too, plus possibly some extras to boot.

Now, let’s get started on organising those images from Instagram…

Poetry Archive :: There Was No Glory

I’ve spent a lot of time in the last few weeks researching Art History: sculpture is an intrinsic part of man’s expression, from simple carving to increasingly sophisticated works of anatomical complexity and accuracy. It was this desire to record history in three dimensions that ultimately inspired this week’s haiku.

You can find my Art History series on Instagram by clicking here.


There Was No Glory

History, written
In stone across centuries:
Strong, solid stories.

All those deities
Religious diversity:
Bound by common theme.

Struggle to survive,
Wars and conflict: their reward,
Carved as testament.

There was no glory
At moment’s definition:
Simply quiet relief.

Lasting legacy,
Entropy not yet destroyed:
Victory, remains.


Poetry Archive :: What You See

As we are exploring the visual in this month’s content, it seemed only appropriate to have some personal musings on the nature of understanding and vision. As you get older, the obsession with what others think of you becomes progressively less important. There are far more significabt things to concern yourself with, after all, and in the next few weeks, I’ll be using that mindset to create both micropoetry and haiku.


What You See

Stop, not one more word
The point is missed: what you see
Fails to represent.

Your vision is flawed,
Remains myopic: step back
then, consider change.

Sometimes glacial,
Progress remains: step forward
Regardless of time.

From the ashes, each
Destruction of self: rising
Ready, try again.

Start, be the difference,
Give me your hand: what you see
Could be so much more.