Poetry Archive :: May We Know Them

A year ago, I would have laughed at the value of affirmation. Now comes an understanding that such repetition has a significance beyond what was initially obvious to a brain that would tend to shut itself in and avoid change. Not any more. Affirmations of strength and confidence have improved both my mood and ability to be adult in the face of considerable pressure. Sure, there are moments when everything falls apart, but they are becoming fewer and further in-between.

Poetry serves a lot of purpose in my life now, and long may this continue.


May We Know Them

Life, please grant true strength,
existence, tough: fight daily
antagonism.

May we know which path
is safe to tread: protection
granted via respect.

Aid opposition,
equality’s measure, firm
foundation, belief.

May we gain these gifts
without resentment: instead
willingly offered.

Allow all women
hope, love, regard: not with spite,
always open arms.


National Poetry Day :: The Spaces Between

This year, for National Poetry Day, we did things a little differently. Most of the rest of the Poetry World [TM] seems to consider Twitter a place to network or advertise. Making art or poetry here is very much not the done thing. Presumably this is because you don’t make any money when stuff is given away for free. Personally, that’s a dumb way to approach creativity. Stuff gets produced regardless, thus enjoyment comes not from critical acclaim but the experience of creativity.

So, I scheduled 24 Haiku, with accompanying .GIF imagery, and it just happened on the day. There was no ground rent, or worry that nobody would show up. Lots of people saw it, and it made me happy. Honestly, what’s the problem here?

If you click on the Tweet, it’ll take you to Twitter and you can read it for yourself, but if that’s too hard, here’s the entire thing here in full, all 24 stanzas. ENJOY.


The Spaces Between

The spaces between
fear, success: enlightenment
providing reason.

Begin new journey
without judgement: regarding
benefits to soul.

Dispense with anger
jealousy dropped: replacing
hatred, add belief.

Pride, luxury no
longer desired: instead calm
considered response.

First step completed:
time to eat well: consumption
affects mind, body.

Readdress diet
every mouthful: mindfulness
allows feelings place.

Walking every day,
increase to run: smallest steps
transforming a life.

Gym time’s not scary
start routines small: keep moving,
escape entropy.

Reduction of Things
material wealth: take stock,
living matters more.

Question relations:
challenge convention: mindset
altering outlook.

A key to knowledge
self-reflection: challenging
traditional past.

When all this is done
take a step back: growth evolves
from long-term habits.

The spaces between
experience: involvement
breeds fresh impression.

Consciousness opens,
receptive mind: preceding
course alteration.

Thousands of options
presented whole: pick and choose
the best way forward.

Reinvent prospects
identify goals: right time
for new employment?

Hobbies, interests,
define passion: perception
sharpened by belief.

All of these guidelines
simple focus: look to self
healing, redemption.

Put your blame aside
accept notion: ego takes,
allow soul to give.

In quietest moment
loudest truth remains solid,
malleable self.

Become new, own change;
embrace evolution’s march
transmute existence.

Only by assent
freedom accepted, can life
progress as fruitful.

Let go of bitter
past and present: look upwards
understand the vast.

This being, perfect
cosmic miracle: release
altered energy.


Poetry Archive :: Last Gasp

Haiku are, at least for me, the means by which progress can be measured.

Things are looking pretty good right now.


Last Gasp

Perhaps the point reached;
old degrading: allow peace
space within your heart.

Ignore constant beat
marching time: this future hewn
with past’s storm-felled boughs.

A fatal, last gasp
Summer’s passing: arrivals
falling into place.

Decomposing fault,
brittle crackle: time to wait
for Spring’s renewal.

All soon forgotten,
season’s change: redefining
our shared existence.



Poetry Archive :: Soldier

Normal poetic service returns on October 1st.


Soldier

Perpetual war,
mind’s quiet struggle: embittered
body, battlefield.

Continuous fight,
maintain control: entrenched soul
scrabbles through dark dirt.

Bullet hurts, bitten
before surrender: passion
shot down, casualty.

Rows of dead feelings
destroying intent: shattered
yearning, plea for peace.

Too tired to struggle
let me yield: reparations
held in shaking hands.


Poetry Archive :: Grace

The haiku, on the other hand, goes from strength to strength. It’s the fact there’s structure that makes this much easier to write. My ASD brain thrives within structure.

I gotta fix that and see if there is the means to allow chaos to thrive more…


Grace

Calm, unruffled shift
compose yourself: commencing
graceful attitude.

Ignore fanciful
focus instead: rotating
facets reflecting.

Develop passion,
enquiring: development
mind’s enlightenment.

From depths of belief
soul’s true calling: reasoning,
remake this life, whole.

Emerging, reborn
eloquence: serenity
perfect conclusion.


Pictures At An Exhibition: Two

There’s going to be back-to-back posts here today (mostly allowing schedule to get back up to date) and also a commitment to a project that was started last year, and which proved to be of significant personal enjoyment to try again this year.

Yup, THINK-TOBER is back.

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I don’t get on with Instagram. It took a lot of heartache (and the Cambridge Analytica debacle) to make me grasp that I don’t want to be a part of a generation of users that only see a perfect image, whilst failing to grasp what spontaneity means. To add both depth and breadth to my experiences, it isn’t just about visual composition. There need to be words.

So, this time we will do this differently. Twitter will be the medium used as delivery, and content will have themes, rather than the insistence a certain word is used in each haiku… and because that format is now much loved by myself as poetry in a distilled, eloquence microcosm of feeling? Makes perfect sense.

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October is also quite nicely formed this year too: the 1st is a Monday, which gives us four weeks’ worth of beginnings and ends, with a three day conclusion at the end. In that respect, the overall theme of the month’s decided: Symphony. Under this, there will be four blocks of seven haiku, which will all tie together around the weekly sub-headings.

I’ll share titles, artwork and a look into my thought processes in the next post: there’ll be use of archive pictures, new work and stuff especially planned for the month. The overall plan is to create a self-produced and curated sequence of images and words, which (hopefully) will stimulate something positive in my readers. The only way I’ll know if it works is to try.

I’m already very excited at the possibilities.

Poetry Archive :: Mellow

Writing haiku has never really presented a problem, but this restart will give an opportunity to try and be a bit more creative with my imagery. Life, after all, should always be about improvement…


Mellow

Exhale, entwining
bramble’s thorn: protection sharp
relief, juice running.

Seeds burst, explosion
air filled arousal; inhale
winter’s cool foreplay.

Stretching days contract,
hour sacrificed: dark gods
conjure fresh secrets.

Bare arms warm wool-wrapped,
chill morning glass: pumpkin spice
flavours memories.

Summer hanging on
fingertips, slipping: fallen
leaves mark, transition.