It’s not fair. He stated it, I didn’t. He called me names. I had to do it to stop him. How come I get told off? It’s not fair.
It’s a shameful waste. What they do to our world today. The forests they cut down, the whales they kill. The fields they destroy, the new roads they build. The way they leave their scars on the world. It’s a shameful waste.
It’s a bloody liberty. I will not stand for it! I earned my money fairly. I will spend it pleasantly. I will not stand being ripped off! It’s a bloody liberty.
It’s a downright disgrace. The way these youngsters behave. They will not heed my words. They will not do as they are told. I will leave my mark on the world. It’s a downright disgrace.
He needs no name on his grave. He was a model man. He stood for what we all stand for. He spoke the words we all speak. He was me and you and all those to come. He needs no name on his grave.
A white wedge
Spotted in the corner
Of a run-down shop
Off the track
Joyful memories swell
And from the past
I hear the clattering
Of a metal bowl
Filling with a quarter pound
Of sherbet lemons
Whatever happened to gauges
Haven’t seen one for ages
It gives a feeling of age
Does a good gauge
Engineering solid and good
Surrounded by brass or set in wood
The odd jet of steam venting
What were they all preventing
It’s not a doom laden message. In fact a small celebration. I am getting close to the end of my poem a day for a year challenge! To be honest – it’s already done. I had a bad night a few weeks ago, couldn’t sleep, all the small niggles of life piling up on me chafing. So I sat up and did the last twenty or so. They are all just waiting to be posted one after another.
But that begs the question – what next?
Well I don’t want to stop writing that’s for sure. But I feel a bit like I freewheeling now. I need to step it up a notch, push myself a bit more. However I also need to keep it realistic and achievable. With the poems, though they ruminate in my head for days, weeks even, when I come to write them down its usually fairly quick. Hence I have achieved several goals. First to get something posted each day, but second to put myself back in a state of mind where my creative juices are running all the time. I have to take into account time constraints – especially now that we have a new little one settling in.
Incidentally – I am beginning to see other benefits from this project – that I had hoped for. For a few years now I have really been struggling in certain areas, particularly at work, trying to grasp new programming concepts and methodologies. Even though some of it was very simple. It was getting me down, I was worried I had lost the capacity to learn.
My push to get back writing was, in part, in fear that I could lose the ability to do even that (not that I am claiming a special ability but you see what I mean). I wondered if I might never write again.
Anyway – over the past few days – I have started on a another new project at work (Drawing using HTML5 canvas and JavaScript). It’s all new to me – but – for the first time in ages it’s flowing. I am getting it, and getting it quickly. I feel like a corner has turned there and I think it’s because I am waking up parts of my brain that have been asleep too long. Who knows?
So what next?
My plan now is to write longer pieces less often. However – having the push of a time-table also helped, although I was writing for me I had at the beginning an imaginary audience – now a small but real audience who were expecting each day’s post.
So here is my idea. I will write one long piece each week. Four or five a month. Furthermore they will be as follows.
1. A short story
2. A film review
3. A book review
4. Just general ramblings.
5 (when needed) another of any of the above.
I will still try to post something each day perhaps more like a journal now, something that happened that day, and every now and then some more poetry.
We will see how it goes.
Oh – and I am also planning to re edit my novel and push on the marketing for that. Plus I will gather together the poems from the year and publish those in an e-book too!
Finally – I am going to make an effort to actually be more social on this social media! I have spent so much time writing on here that I have engaged in much reading or commenting. That is something I need to do more now. I need to feedback and the fertility of ideas bouncing around. Very often something someone says to you – or a particular phrase in somebody’s work can set you off down a completely different train of thought, or give you the kick you need when stuck. That is the beauty of blogging that I have discovered.
Beacons of hope in darkness
Shining from afar
Reaching out to guide us
But one is fitful and passing
The other faithfully burns
And as always
Nature surpasses invention
The beacon of life shines on
Dissecting darkness
Silver shining score
Weaving across the night
Hanging, trembling, shimmering
Waiting for
A hapless fly
To wrap up and serve
As an artist’s
Main course
Swirling up into the night
Like some lonely northern light
Not north but here it did appear
Why am I not filled with fear
A spiral of blue and green
Wispy tendrils barely seen
Twisting up and further still
I watch it rise with mounting thrill
Into the stars I watch it go
And then alone the heavens know
To glimpse a snippet
Of the incomprehensible
Just take a look
At the white cliffs
Reaching up from the sea
The result
Of trillions and trillions of tiny deaths
Life
Has been here so long
It has built
Landscapes
All around me
Lies
The ruins of young
Dreams
Away from me hope
Flies
Bursting at the
Seams
So where to go
Now
The truth has been
Exposed
When you don’t know
How
To let go what you
Supposed
Find a new path to
Walk
Step up to the
Task
Start the do and stop the
Talk
Start the make and stop the
Ask
Man up and face the
Truth
You’ve faced worse and
Survive
Your longer in the tooth
Time to come
Alive