Hourglass – NaPoWriMo Day 17

Hourglass

from a child’s hand
lifted by cranes
left bagged
in crystalline moulds
blown along footprints
sunken wet traps
in socks of families
and between thighs
shaken onto bed
clothes and carpets
sitting in a hoover
to settle fragments
of cliff
waste

crush
mingle
mash
broken fragments
of what we did
and gaps between
of the things we did not
did not flick away
did not lay side-by-side
did not hold back
did not make lines that
children would see
but left spaces in a vacuum
trickles

moving – NaPoWriMo Day 16

moving

pack away the poetry
lock away the box
tuck among the packages
stop making plans

keep it all on show
stand with mock bravado
this is the place you wanted
now is where you stay

until the movement halts
dust sneezes through walls
leaves a hole
the size of your parents

that is when you need
to consider all around
decide to take another step
to just keep moving

Three or more different shades – NaPoWriMo Day 14

I have a little more to say about the poem below (as today has not been the best day), please read on for a little explanation.

 

Three or more different shades

It should be checked out if:
…………… it is changing shape
………………………………………..particularly
………………………………….getting
…………………………………..an
………………………….irregular
edge.
it is changing colour – getting darker.
……becoming……………..patchy
Loss of symmetry…………………..yrtemmys fo sso

LOOKING INFLAMED.

I
…..t
………ching………….or………..painful.

bl…..e…….e…….d………i………..n…………g

 

This is a found poem from the cancer research website http://www.cancerresearchuk.org/about-cancer/type/melanoma/about/melanoma-symptoms

Today I visited the doctor and he told me that I need an (urgent!) biopsy to check for melanoma… so hopefully nothing serious (yet) – but it definitely shakes you up a little.
I hope it will be fine and I am just a strange moley person… but I will have the biopsy done in the next two weeks, so I don’t have too long to wait.

Anyway, that is what inspired me to the poem above. I just found that the symptoms to look out for, were so interesting and oddly inspiring.

As always, I am aware that it is a little bleak – but that’s the fun of poetry 🙂

 

Understood – NaPoWriMo Day 13

Understood

Foreign words invade a page
confusing language to a canter
of syllables. Pushing forward
a confluence of understanding.

Trenches of garbled tongues
mimic the march of saluting
saliva, pressing my hand
onto my forehead.

Gripping a pen to make up a phrase,
blocking strategic advances
of bonjour, blowing away
the rattle of tracks.

Meine mine of understanding
is hollowed out
by fire, scolding
the sides of Spain.

I See Their Dead Faces – NaPoWriMo, Day 7

I hope you like your poetry dark… because today I appear to have outdone darkness even by my standards.

Today’s poem is inspired by walking through a busy town centre and feeling like you might be the only person alive who is actually happy about it! I know these are tough times and I am definitely not the type to advocate that everyone walk around with a fake smile all day, but there are a certain type of people who are unable to see the wonder that each day can hold (I’m sure you know the type). This makes me sad, and makes me write sad poems!

I See Their Dead Faces

I see them and avoid their dismal eyes, crow’s feet scars, memorials to scowls, reeking of derision.

I see them with necrotic frowns and out-of-body eyebrows, raising them in dismay.

I see them and hear the foul thud of a voice as they fail to acknowledge.

I see them passing in the street, they sprinkle disdain like confetti.

I see them; each one carries the stench of too little hope.

I see them stalking their next complaint.

I see them avoiding the rain.

I see them.

Poetry Smells with Dog – NaPoWriMo, Day 6

Today has been a tough day – very busy at work and helping out with launching the new Swindon Poetry website – Hilda Sheehan has done an amazing job and the site looks great!

A new feature of the site is ‘Dog’s Blog’ – a new section where Dog (the Poetry Swindon mascot) writes about different things – we plan to allow anyone to submit blogs in the voice of Dog, but for now, I have tried one.

Whilst chatting to Hilda, I go to thinking that Dog would probably appreciate the smell of a poem, as much as all the other parts that make a poem wonderful. So My first blog as Dog, and my NaPoWriMo for today can be found at the new Poetry Swindon website. and also here on this blog. I hope you like it!

Poetry Smells with Dog

Have you ever sniffed poetry?
The best poems look,
sound and smell like a ski trip.
Today I shared my nose
with these perfumed poems.

1
William Carlos Williams – The Red Wheelbarrow
Top notes: Chicken feathers
Base notes: Rain-water glaze

2
Kenneth Koch – Fresh Air
Top notes: Prehistoric charcoal whales
Base notes: Vaseline bathtubs filled with candy hearts

3
Sylvia Plath – Daddy
Top notes: Black shoes and rotten feet
Base notes: One gray toe nail

4
Pablo Neruda – So That You Will Hear Me
Top notes: Sea air and Gulls on the beaches
Base notes: Damp walls and blame

5
Dylan Thomas – Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Top notes: Old age burning
Base notes: Rage, rage doused in fierce tears

6
Emily Dikinson – I dwell in Possibility
Top notes: Cedar chambers
Base notes: Paradise

7
Hilda Sheehan – The Seal
Top notes: A barren island in a storm
Base notes: Cool water and broken corrugated coral