NaPoWriMo Day 8 and the latest poem is slightly more surreal and stream of consciousness. Big Hair/ Seventies Dude To my surprise this morning I wake up and find I’ve turned into a seventies dude with big hair wide flares and a skinny jacket with giant lapels I pull on my platform shoes and takeContinue reading “Big Hair / Seventies Dude”
Category Archives: My Poetry
We Are She
NaPoWriMo Day 7. Here’s another poem prompted by the NoPoWriMo site but inspired by a poet I had never heard of before, the late Gwendolyn Brooks. Here’s Gwendolyn’s poem, it’s called We Real Cool We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon.Continue reading “We Are She”
Buddhas in the Park
Day 6 of NaPoWriMo and here’s the next poem. I got this idea from the NaPoWriMo website. It suggested writing a poem with the last word of each line being a word from another poem. One of the suggested poems to use as the original was a poem called Watermelons by Charles Simic. Here is is WatermelonsContinue reading “Buddhas in the Park”
Pressing The Flesh
Day 5 and yet another instalment of NaPoWriMo. Pressing the flesh “Lesson one Get out there; be visible; look ‘em in the eye; flash ‘em a smile; press the flesh.”
Shit
Day 4 and the next instalment of NaPoWrimo. This is for everyone who wakes up to the reality that they’ve been sold down the line one way or another. There’s a lot of it about lately. Shit Sold on the false economy of your promises I believed you were true. Hooked on the desire for honestyContinue reading “Shit”
Turn it down
Day 3 of NaPoWriMo and here is poem number 3 – part rant, part poem & hastily pulled together between day job, visit to the hairdresser and daily commute. Turn it down The world is full of people so loud you wouldn’t believe how they invade my space with their hundred decibel voices like foghorns
On Meditation
Day Two of NaPoWriMo and here’s poem number two. It is especially for my dearest Rachel who thinks I can only write depressing things. I have always liked the idea of meditation but have never been able to empty my mind sufficiently to do it successfully. Maybe I’ll try doing this. I do have a recurring dreamContinue reading “On Meditation”
For Michael
I dreamed again of the last time I saw you, that summer’s afternoon long ago. You had grown since you last wore those trousers, too short now. Hair cut to reveal fine features, your plump child’s face gone. You were a heartbreaker.
Julia
He was still yours when they took him down. You saw him staring back through that bug eyed monster, twisted by the drop. Somewhere in there was your beloved son. There was still a hint of the babe who’d suckled at your breast, his fragile milky breath placing a marker on your soul. You builtContinue reading “Julia”
Unrequited Love
“I love you” she said and saw immediately from the laughter in his eyes that this was amusing to him, funny in that nasty, sneering way. She’d offered her heart on a plate. He’d taken it from her, sliced it up and swallowed it down, then belched it out with a look. She swaddled theContinue reading “Unrequited Love”
Hazel Ward 