Alternative Nightlife: “Poejazzi”

Like fireworks in my head, this event tonight (http://poejazzimarch-eorgf.eventbrite.com/ http://www.poejazzi.com/) has exploded in my head and sent thoughts and ideas cascading through my mind like a waterfall in anti-gravity. Creative. Captivating. Innovative. Passionate. Profound.  It gets into your...

Cast Off

Sailing is an escape, where peace and a sort-of solitude, the rush of the waves and the swell of the sea can speak to the soul and unharness the heart.   I feel cast from shorePulled away my...

Photography: Dartmoor in the snow

Some words written and a photo taken on a snowy walk on Saddle Tor, Dartmoor, Devon, New Year's Day morning, 2021.   Snow-Sky There's an anticipation in the yellow-lilac light and shade of a snowy day. The...

Autumn

I've never been one for long, ropey ballads so here is a short poem I wrote for the start of Autumn, my favourite season. Autumn  Echoes reach as far As the breadth of wooden arms Leaves sing as...

Starlight

Standing alone on a clear night, outside of London, where the sky is black and inky as oppose to dirty-brown looking I looked up at the sky and thought. Thought, and thought. Just thought....

A Cinquain

A cinquain poem is a verse of five lines that do not rhyme. The cinquain poem was created by American poet, Adelaide Crapsey (1878–1914). Each line has a set number of syllables: Line 1: 2 syllables Line...

What’s On Your Mind?

What's On Your Mind? If I could write what's on my mind The sum and parts would not be equal To the volume that's inside For words don't stack or group together They aren't the contents They're the lever One word, a...

Chew Your Words

Tonight has inspired new words; new words on words.  Fresh thoughts on thinking. Chew on your words before you spit them We won’t always be here to hear them And we don’t have time for time to waste On...

Oak and Vine

This is the poem that is never finished. I must have written about 20 stanzas and have never settled on a version I am happy with. This is a much shorter edited version, with a...

Thoughts on a Solitary Welsh Walk

Thoughts on a Solitary Welsh Walk The joy and the sorrow will still be there tomorrow. The night and the day will hourly slide away. (repeat)