Routine excuses, by Stephen Daniels

A poem of mine on ‘I am not a silent poet’ today 🙂

I am not a silent poet

‘The happiness of most people is not ruined by great catastrophes or fatal errors, but by the repetition of slowly destructive little things’ – Ernest Dimnet

But I didn’t break today.

I wanted to break around 11am.
But I needed to finish that report.

I thought I might break at 2pm.
But then I had a meeting.

It seemed I would break at 5pm.
But the kids needed food.

I was ready to break at 10pm.

But politics, austerity, gender discrimination, racism, obesity, nationalism, buttons, egos, the legal system, Lords – oh lordy lords, the 52%, PIPs, the casual decline of social standards, refugees, big hands, experts, small hands, democracy, drowning, poems – so many poems, stereotypes, capitalism, identity, gender identity, national identity, my identity, and did I leave the back door unlocked.

Tomorrow I will find the time to break.

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Stephen Daniels is the editor of Amaryllis Poetry

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I used to think if I ate an apple core, a tree would grow in my belly – Stephen Daniels

A poem of mine on Atrium Poetry today.

I used to think if I ate an apple core, a tree would grow in my belly

Day 1
A pip nestles in my stomach,
finds a fertile space to settle.

Day 2
Sprouts appear,
show signs of growth.
I send down much needed water.

Day 5
It craves sunbeams
and other apple saplings –
at what point does it become a tree?
They say an apple tree can take 20 years to grow full size.

Day 274
I have these lines
and blemishes on my face.
Lemon trees can develop needing
only a little light. An apple tree cannot mature without
sunlight. My body obliges. As I fall asleep, I feel the bark forming.

Day 4,222
I can feel the branches
rustling around my lungs.
I coughed yesterday: a leaf appeared.
The roots irritate my knees; I woke this morning
and moved too quickly leaving a crick in my…

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