Octpowrimo, 13th and 14th

19th Oct 2017

The prompt for the 13th Oct :

Art In The Wayward Mind 

This wayward mind wanders
off course
an interminable inventor of wild
imaginings
remodeling, reshaping a woeful
reality
tortured until it turns again to
truth
and finds the narrow
path
and
follows

And for the 14th Oct:

Movement And Words

He gently rubs  the damp cloth over 

his trainers 

revealing a white area on the 

old canvas

one by one he slowly unravels the two

 blue laces.

Dreamily he watches a fly walk nearby on 

 grey tiles

And thinks, you have no idea how lucky 

you are 

Out on the downs he runs, runs, slowly

at first

Then, words fight inside his head, explode 

back , forth

He speeds up , they get louder, his breath

gives out 

He stops,

Falls to the floor,

Sobs softly





.

Thread / Winter 2020

10th Feb 2020

A couple of pieces from 2016 . I've altered them slightly.

Spent some lovely time yesterday playing with the grandchildren. We played fast moving, competitive card game which I found I was way too slow at. Oh well ... Thoroughly enjoyed it though. It made me think how good it is too play.


                                              Thread

Hold on to that thread,

Let it hang  from those past bones

A day of purpose

Where every movement has its reason,

The growing flower its timely season,

Where what has been

Has come to this,

And this is the softness of the 

Song of delight.

Hold on to that thread,

Though not too tightly

For each second signifies the next,

Each gossamer strand shall be broken,

Left behind 

To free the mind

Winter

That crisp morning:

The grass wearing a light cover
 as of icing sugar,

Icy pond still - reflecting 

The chill,

Of my nose.

And you with your story,

Made my bones shiver.

How to unthink,

Unlink,

From memory.

How to box in,

Within.

How to warm through ,

the blue.