National Poetry Day, yes? Good, here’s my poem. A bit rough and ready, I fear.
The moon rose
in daylight
through hesitant mist,
so we stumbled
beneath closed eyes
into its unheeded light.
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Category Archives: Poetry
Backing
I tried to resist, but the thoughts struck me, and some of the words, none of which I used in the end. A poem about the Olympics. About watching it, I guess, because what else I can write about?
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Strike
Written, partially, on the walk to work during a recent bus drivers’ strike. Tweeted as a short poem on Friday, refined to this on the Monday. I say refined. Elongated.
Popped from my shell;
by action struck
out of a self-made bubble.
Forced to walk ancient paths
made modern, by face alone,
and modern roads burned
by history’s glow.
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Present tension.
Everyone is double-income now.
We can’t afford the past.
Milk and butter
Milk and butter,
a flowing flower carpet unwinds
beneath confidently stumbling tread.
Bacon.
Thanks to @NathanHuman and @Orbette
Notes,
studied on the refrigerator door.
The cold hum,
drowned
by breakfast’s gleeful crackle.
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To be a poet
How wonderful,
I think,
To be a poet.
To move from town
To different town,
Each night to be ignored
Over indifferent tapas
In the bar of some
Chain arthouse cinema.
Getting Home
Wind billows
Rain grey
Through London streets
Chasing umbrellas
Making fools.
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