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.


Driven

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.


Scared

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.


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.

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#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.

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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.

Symphony

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.

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 :: 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.


Pictures at an Exhibition: Three

Having pinned up my plans for October, it is time to go into a little more detail.

Symphony

The idea is simple: tell a story using haiku, pictures and with a musical background. It is a love story, because of the running joke that this is all I’m really good at. The #Soundtracking2018 Playlist will be the music that daily accompanies each haiku and picture selection. I’m still debating how to pull the #Narrating2018 selection into this, but there’s an idea… and so next week will be when all the disparate threads are stitched together. It helps that there’s almost 2000 pictures in my Flickr account to use as a basis, but that’s only half the plan.

October is when there will be new pictures too.

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I’ve missed setting a challenge for myself that involves more outdoor work. That’s what this is about, pushing comfort boundaries and putting my various skills to better use. Once I have the final details sorted, it will be time to pick suitable ‘locations’ for my pictures, and the format they’ll take. To mix things up a bit there’ll be composites like the graphic above, separate photos and haiku, and… well, I learnt a lot of good lessons from last year. Plenty of audio and visual media can be utilised for storytelling.

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I’m genuinely excited for October. There’s also other stuff to do, plus a couple of deadlines which need consideration, but there’s enough everything can all be fitted in.

Time to crack on with organisation

Blue Sky Thinking :: Dread

[INT; Alt’s Brain. Good and Bad are standing on opposite sides of a very large sinkhole, which has unexpectedly appeared in a vital part of the organisation structure. They stare at each other with uncertainty.]

BAD: Nope, this definitely wasn’t here yesterday.

GOOD: Wonder how much stuff we’ve lost down there…

[From the darkness of the hole there is movement, then a small, hesitant voice calls up.]

DREAD: Er… is there any chance of a rope…?


It’s not been a great week. I’m behind, but am determined to get everything back to a semblance of normality as quickly as possible. It would help if I didn’t have this constant, nagging fear at the back of my mind that there’s really no point, because if there was only one reader total on my blog last week, why exactly am I bothering?

One day, that could all change, but if I don’t try, how will I know?

Imposter Syndrome is a bitch.


DREAD

Between breaths, dread slides,
hand to shoulder, slightest pressure
restrict movement, arrest progress
perfect assassin, silent killer.

I will prevent, hold back, disarm
progression, confidence, belief
this life, not yours, penance made
each joy, removed, destroyed.

Hole opens beneath, hope swallowed, receding faith, destruction
sucked downwards, spat outwards, crushed beneath, opened up:
depression formed, weathered front, low pressure, happiness drowned…

You win.

I’m lost.

Sanity

smallest cost.