Words written in frenetic fury
Seem best to convey long-held notions.
Desperate honesty is induced
Through the birthing of fragile things,
Swaddled in uncompromised clarity.
Tag: ideas
Green poetry
Wind-rustled whispers,
Through sun-loved papery leaves,
Germinate ideas
In cracked earth; inspiration-parched.
Promise sprigs green poetry.
[19/04/19]
Backed up
“You’ve got to get a poem out,” I tell myself in bed.
“Your thoughts are stale, stagnant, and congested in your head.
Your constipated consonants are backing up your bowels.
Your deficiency in assonance: a stomach-full vowels.
Your apathetic rhetoric is sounding rather tired;
Today’s a day to hope and pray that you might be inspired.”
“You’ve got to get a poem out,” I tell myself in bed.
But I’m not sure it works like that, so let me sleep instead.
[29/12/18]
Ideas
I’ve got so many ideas that it keeps me up at night
And I panic that I’m manic, and I know I’m not alright.
I’ve got a lot of feelings and I don’t know what to do.
I’m gleeful, sad, mad, fired-up– I’m radiantly blue.
I’m thinking thoughts in fragments but they’ve got nowhere to go.
I’ll write them down and hope they’re found;
Confetti in the snow.
[27/12/18]