Arnold’s song, or total recall

How do you remember? Cast your mind far behind to the past. Is it taste, smell or touch Which one gives you a rush? Which one transports you through space and time? Recognition is fickle, And synapses crackle With altered results every go. Which version of truth Is the one you produce Is it the…

If. Or, Pollie writes a poem

A blank page is an opportunity. It beckons But I stall. I’m shy, uncertain, What if this is all? All I can produce. All I can get down. Small and stuttered, Slurred and slowed, I’m starting to slow down. What if I never find my voice What if it’s gone from me? Stealing into the…

Upstairs

I have spent the whole week Struggling to speak To my youngest son, who has been Quite determined to press Every button to stress His disgust at the current regime.  He has screamed, he has wailed  He has fought and has railed ‘Gainst the system within which he exists.  What he hasn’t devined Is that…

Step

Step Lemmings throw themselves Weeds drape Beetles clamber And eggs roll The edge marks a start A change you can’t change A turn or a twist A drop or a fall A push A shove Nails drag as they cling Some change is a good thing Some Step

Parsimony

I sometimes wonder whether I spend my time wisely Or whether I squander it on fripperies Of action. What is of best value Trekking the contours of a newfound adventure Unlike your feet bleed but your heart is full Or Listening to the still body echo The tiny repeating call of my bones And listening…

Sugar free

We all know that sugar is the enemy… Normally moments of claritybring strength and hidden depth. Today I’m seeing, unfortunately The cul de sac of death. My limbs turn to lead I live within my head. And it will get worse. There is no cure, Just this curse. And that, is the truth. No sugar…

Short

So, I’m hopefully joining a haiku poetry group via Facebook…here’s my first draft attempt…be kind I moved here for love Life twists us but I have you So no more I move

Extra

Imagine that everything  had a layer of cling  film. Held taut as a drum  against you. So everything had At least  one extra step One more hurdle for you to fly through. Did I say everything ? I meant everything. From When Eyes open up,  till they close. When I’m Brushing my teeth  When I’m tying…

Blank

I haven’t written a poem in ages. My pen sticks to sketching, My words have gone dark. I’ve not been rhyming I’ve not written ditties. It’s brush strokes these days that I work.  Perhaps I have hoisted myself from the depths I really don’t know why I’ve stopped. I think it’s a temporary, interim thing…

Dial

They turned the volume down, I think? It suddenly all went dim And I remember thinking its not me, it definitely must be them The cotton wool bound round my chords My ears were underwater I tried to turn it up again But it just got far fraughter And now I’ve moved inside myself I…