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.


National Poetry Day Haiku and Micropoetry

It seems somewhat disingenuous to have produced a week’s worth of poetry for a single day’s celebration, but I decided to use an existing format to advertise a worthy cause. In the end, my efforts were largely lost as individual works, so putting them together as complete entities a week on seems like a very sensible thing to do. Both of these sets of poems were written whilst I was in Birmingham, the first time that this has happened. I intend to do more location work as time goes on: it was glorious to sit, pencil in hand and write these sequences first in longhand.

I learnt an awful lot of useful stuff last week: not to overstretch, to rewrite (constantly) and to not be afraid to alter my perceptions of what is important. As a result, I feel these two sequences are the best produced by a long way in this process of poetic evolution.


I AM FREE.png

To sit, then write words
Chosen without concern, this
Is truly freedom.

To think without fear
Pure joy, earnest expression
Woman’s true freedom.

To laugh at the joke,
Criticising: no comeback
Their own true freedom.

To believe better,
Transformation, empathy
Our right; true freedom.

To exist, equal
Consideration, respect;
Life’s meaning, freedom.

To own all such things
Yet not to understand for
Some, they don’t exist.

Greatest injustice:
Belittle those without their
Deserved, true freedom.


Only when taken away, does
Freedom really matter:
Existence, shattered.

Grasping just how lucky we are,
Liberation is gone:
Loss, horribly wrong.

Those lives that exist without rights,
Fighting for every breath
Nothing precious left.

Look to us with excess, and say:
‘Why don’t you understand?
Life is in your hands.’

Perhaps answer is to lose all:
No sitting on the fence,
Fatal consequence.

Finally, when all fear is gone,
Then truth can be revealed:
Divisions held, healed.

I control, both body and name
Not taken for granted:
Freedom, implanted.