Marc Latham’s latest Folding Mirror poem is about some of the paradoxes that he feels inside him. Sometimes people act differently day-to-day, and change their outlook and views just as often.
This can be interpreted as flexibility or weakness depending on their role in life and what, if anything, results from their views and actions. As well as the personality and attitude of whoever is judging their behaviour.
This poem is set in those days when you have too little to do and too much to think about: when life can seem superfluous to the mind.
But it is a poem of life, and all the little contrasts and contradictions that make it sweet to complete.
The Futility of Life and Death
trying to live in health
but dream time in death
exercising like a jock
with a downer outlook
trying to make a difference
or just being a nuisance
Redux my Paradox in Flux
hobo man of the world
wonders why Britain’s being sold
running miles to nowhere
a natural couch potato
post my views of positive
return to sender in negative
Today we have the second of three recent Folding Mirror poems by Claire Knight. This one is really innovative, with the hourglass shape providing a striking design for the story of life contained in the poem.
Thanks for the groundbreaking poem and design Claire, and I hope you continue twisting the FM mould.
Hourglass of Time
is birth a blank page? or a weighty tome
crammed full of ingrained wisdom
and lesson plans to draw on
as we climb the hill
of learning and
on the peak
a change of
down with ease
the relentless decline
grains of truth spill between
our hands until the sands run out
and the tome of life swells with more pages