Poetry Archive :: Under

There’s some good ideas in this sequence, but the execution is all over the shop, plus there’s not nearly enough poetic flow. That’s the disadvantage of not writing your poetry in one hit and editing on the fly. This will be the last time that happens, as I’m determined to up the quality of outputted content here overall in the months that follow.

Starting next week, we’ll be doing things differently, but I feel it’s important to have this stuff up and online to remind myself that there is always room for improvement, and when you produce work at the level I’m currently churning stuff out, there will be variance.


Under

Early morning heat haze shimmers,
too hot already for breakfast.
Green and pleasant land buckles,
warping: thank you, global warming.

Consequences of our actions
expirated, child’s discomfort.
Each day, all more apparent
Earth’s verdant fruits, diminishing.

Under protective skies that may
soon refuse co-operation:
Mother Nature, pressurised
no longer capable saviour.

Accept our blame for destruction,
start reconciliation:
clean up this mess we’ve made, before
damage done, irreversible.

The fault, humanity’s: shoulder,
collectively responsible
alter trajectory to
salvage future for all mankind.


Poetry Archive :: Over

This week’s poems are not my best work. There, I said it. They have suffered from interest diverted to other bits of work, the World Cup, and my increased training regime. Now I’ve had a day off from thinking full time, there’s the hope I’ll be able to bring some better work to the table for next week.

Needs less you and more actual poetry.


Over

Hate to say this, but
That’s me done: last chance saloon
Go drink there, alone.

Only so much grief
One person will take: enough
Of sanctimony.

Your ineptitude
Empathy, absent: reminds
Not to be like you.

However much you
Try to object: the answer
Involves change, with thought.

It is up to you:
Our time is over: perhaps
Mind can learn from this.


Poetry Archive :: Done

The next four weeks of poetry are not only connected by name (consider it a sort of word-association game) but link to the theme of the month. We’re almost done here, the holidays are coming, and there’s a kind of demob-happy vibe permeating everything. This is also the means by which yours truly gets to practice her stream of consciousness descriptive techniques on a wider stage. Let’s face facts, it is all largely pissing in the wind until someone else notices and gets something from the words.

I’m having a whale of a time. Does it show?


Done

We have arrived, on schedule, to
moment of almost perfection.
Safety belts, redundant restraints,
may safely be released. Relax.

Proceedings: fruitful, concluded
in most pleasant circumstances.
Comforting perspective, seated
grant next stage’s planning. Begin.

Placed for consideration, list
requirements, process imagined.
Without contention, debated
safe spaces then defined. Pleasure.

Comprehension: essence required
evolving past this present place.
Acceptance, redefinition
sans recrimination. Open.

Doors thrown wide, walk into sunlight
without fear. Transformation’s spark
undoes, decades limp restriction;
hostility, exhausted. Done.


 

Hotter than July

It’s a bit late (again) this month, but there are a number of legitimate excuses for not theming July earlier. My Holiday is beginning to appear less of a fantasy and far more reality. It is hot out and I’m getting a tan from walking to the Gym. Yes, it’s the Summer. There’s a phenomenal amount of training going on too, which has at times distracted from the words, but everything’s now sorted. This is now all about the run-down to A WELL EARNED BREAK.

#anthemic

The music will be the anthems helping me through those slogs on the treadmill and with weights, and the cerebral part of proceedings on YouTube will cover those fascinating facts you never knew were true, and in fact really are. No flim flam or swinging the lead here, either: from reputable sources and educational stalwarts comes the truth, and not that flimsy, fake stuff that certain branches of the media and the odd Instagram evangelical loves to extol as the same.

not a lot of people know that

I have a title for the short story, but no actual plot as yet, but DON’T WORRY there’s a couple of contenders vying for attention, and only the best one will make it to the production stage. Plus, of course, we have EX:WHI getting started, and weekly poetry… until August arrives, and I get a month off. But DON’T PANIC, you’ll be getting the best of the year’s poetry so far every day via Social media to keep you occupied.

This is almost beginning to look like it’s been organised…

 

Poetry Archive :: Beauty, True

It was one of those transition weeks for us again, moving between two themes, and so I picked a title that was interchangeable with both February and March’s directions. In this case, our Haiku focusses on the details in daisies, which are one of my favourite flowers. Hanakotoba (花言葉)  the Japanese form of the language of flowers, considers the daisy as a sign of faith.

I love them for their simplicity, order and sense of calm they instil within.


Beauty, True

Fractal perfection
Nuance of nature; tiny
Instances of joy.

Petals, stalks, stamen,
Components of brilliance
Evolution’s gift.

Beauty, defined here
As a bloom opens, beginning
Brief cycle of life.

For a joyous breath,
Life blossoms: transformation
Green to white, yellow.

Happy, this daisy
Truly unique; demonstrates
Earth’s diversity.


Election Day Micropoetry

Election Day

In the second of my poetry ‘sets’ looking at notable days in November’s calendar, I picked a day that as a follower of American politics has become synonymous with change. This year is not nearly as traumatic as the one that preceded it and allows a measure of considered reflection on how many of us have become complacent towards the concept of democracy.

I’m quite pleased with sections of this work, though on considered reflection there’d be some revisions. However, we’ll present it to you now as is regardless.


Election Day

Democracy
It used to be
A constant source
Stability

Not any more
Out the door
Apathy
You and me

A time to change,
Think, rearrange
Priorities:
The things we see.

It matters not
What we’ve got;
In the end
Help your friends.

Each vote will count
The right amount,
Objectively:
They keep us free.

To not take part
Breaks my heart:
Do your bit
Promote it.

Remember who
Allowed you to
Be free, and strong
Where we belong.

They gave their lives
We survive:
Two World Wars,
So much more.

So when that cross
Goes in the box
You’re in the booth
And know the truth

A vote should mean
Single theme:
Make it real
Truth reveal.


 

All Saints Day Micropoetry

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Things have been quite quiet on the prose front in November, mostly because I’m running a separate Haiku project on my personal Twitter. However, a daily poem remains on the IoW feed, with weekends off now to allow a bit more time for creativity to grow. I found writing every day was as exhausting as running or exercising, and giving myself a break is really beginning to show benefits. Here’s the first of four pieces of five separate sections, based on notable days in November.

The 1st of the month is All Saints Day for Catholics. Here are my thoughts on whether such celebrations matter in a modern context.


All Saints Day

This holy day,
Remembrance:
All those whose love
Triumphed past hate.

Understanding
That saints are made:
Demonstration
Better lives led.

This history
Presentation:
Reminder for
All those sinners.

Aspiration
To be finer:
Improve outlook
Become wiser.

This old order
Has long since passed
Religion used
To dictate life

Depressingly
For others, it
Remains a tool
For just such means.

This is unfair
A Universe
Full of knowledge
Is more than faith.

Comprehension,
Then: human saints
Allow minds that
Understanding.

This is their gift:
Grasping faith is
Made by humans,
And thus our path.

Enlightenment
Emotions give
Vital insight
To what we are.