Poetry Archive :: Driven

I like this, for lots of reasons. A fraction of my work suffers from the inevitable stresses and strains forced on me due to daily production, but this piece was born pretty much fully formed. It has inevitably been influenced by SciFi Brain which is prevalent in my direction and actions (thanks to NaNoWriMo) but is, in effect, a marker for my own development as a poet. This is five verses, all with a visual prompt at their centre, that combined allow me to explain how it’s felt to push past my mental shortcomings and start producing content I am consistently proud of.

May this be the start of a new and fruitful period as a result.


Within is not your space to overtake: begone
spectres, unexpected disappointment. Tonight,
optimism’s slowly growing, expanding
unassuming, quiet elimination of all doubt.

Propulsion’s self-derived, accelerating
past vast, shattered hulks, ideas once revered
failed plans, decomposing concepts;
now, vital escape velocity attained.

Driven away, pursuit of excellence,
thousand possible brilliant conceits;
desired from countless wasted days.
Combine precisely, self-derived intent.

Behold, fresh start word-fuelled sprint;
cornucopia of unexpected variety.
Stuffed full; poems, acrostics, non-fiction rants
fertile mind erupts: continuous, artistic flow.

Sum total, determination’s push succeeds
redefinition stamped, increased notion refuels
renaissance, fruitful path to greater glory.
Entire existence liberated, standing strong.

Poetry Archive :: Scared

Sorry it’s late. I have a lot on.


Running late, phone conversations
under-cooked chicken, evenings alone
psychological horror stories;
my hair straighteners are still switched on.

Locking myself out of our house, again
forgetting which tablets were taken with lunch;
a constant ache I am not enough,
inability to keep up with their games.

Remembering other people’s names
whitening that nasty grout,
chipping off the limescale;
consumed by crippling self-doubt.

Rooms full of people I don’t know
The countless ways to cause offence;
Replaying those last three instructions
Refusing to argue, on the fence.

The truest, deepest fears within
far crueller fright, mind scared beyond
that shonky nightmare fuel on screen
avoid the lake, idiot teens.

Poetry Archive :: The First Time

Couple of edits in this from the live version.

BRB, editing 30 Haiku for Thursday.

The First Time

Together, begin
mindfulness; look within self
your answers lie, quiet.

Acceptance, unique
truth there to find: presenting
mental progression.

Knowing shortcomings
plan accordingly; cover
failings, redefine.

True intimacy
grows organically, sprouting
fertile, grasping vines.

Make fresh beginning
just like our first time: leave past,
recreate present.

Thank You For the Music

We’re BACK in action after the much needed and utterly awesome weekend away and this morning, we’re reminding the room all about next month. NaNoWriMo gets it’s own separate post on Wednesday but for now, I’d like to explain how #Soundtracking2018 and #Narrating2018 fit into next month’s timeline.

The 'Symphony' OST.png

#Soundtracking2018 this month encompasses 30 songs which inspired this entire ridiculous endeavour to begin with, giving a hint of what you can expect from the poetic ‘narrative.’ A large portion of the action takes place in Paris, a city with huge personal significance in my own existence. Needless to say, in many cases, the song you’ll hear will mirror the scenes imagined in order to create the haiku.

The 'Symphony' OST (1).png

On the flip-side (and as a possible spoiler as to what you’ll see play out across the month) the #Narrating2018 selection is all about coming and going, arriving and leaving, or the beginning (and end) of journeys. It’s also an opportunity for me to throw in more of my favourite romantic comedy moments. I’m a sucker for those stories, and I doubt that is ever going to change. So, next month, you get to share that with me.


Once it’s all done this project is going to have it’s own space on the IoW website, and I’ll be redesigning the space too allowing the accommodation of further projects of this type. I totally love the whole haiku business now, and it’s become an indispensable part of daily existence.

Let’s hope I can do my own lofty aspirations justice.

Poetry Archive :: The Bigger Picture

Slowly, haiku is becoming a different tool to work with. It is no longer a set of random, perfect moments, but is evolving into something considerably more interesting. I’ve got a neophyte idea for a set of images and poems after we’re done with Symphony, which is likely to be a testing ground for my new narrative approach.

For now, it is time to keep tinkering.

The Bigger Picture

Sometimes, it’s not you
World revolves round: redemption
sourced via cognition.

Understanding self
vital first step: give love back
respect your neighbours.

Accept relation,
harshest correlation comes
looking first within.

Selfish win streak ends,
cards laid, hand scratched: chips are down,
loss, accept your fate.

The bigger picture
painted by millions; rich
canvas, education.

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

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.

Poetry Archive :: May We Be Them

There’s a small picture on my notice board, hung above my computer. STRONG WOMEN: May we Know Them, May we Be Them stares back at me every day, reminder that if I want to improve the World in which we all find ourselves, there has to be some individual effort expended. Expecting someone else to do the work is largely pointless, and as tomorrow could be your last day on the planet… honestly, there’s no point in mucking about.

Both poems this week therefore are reminders of the legacy we have been given and a future that hangs in the balance.

May We Be Them

Within ourselves, awakening
sense of true purpose galvanised
faith and strength’s rightful combination:
together, we are strong women.

Those who came before, their tracks
heeled footprints, barefoot; warriors, all
trailblazers, heroes, martyrs to same cause:
generations of strong women.

Stoic, long suffering partners;
mothers soldier on, inventors, expanding science
whilst bettering mankind for all:
those remembered as strong women.

Scorned lovers standing tall
no longer victims, capable voiced opposition
strength increasing, numbers swelling
builds army, new strong women.

Bring past, present to bear, as one
cohesive unit, equality’s allowance
deserved reward, humility presented;
shoulder to shoulder with strong women.