Thanks to Willow Croft for arranging and conducting an eco interview with me. Great to reminisce about environment, travelling and writing with someone I feel is on the same wavelength on those topics; and dredge up some memories of writers and creations that influenced me, from somewhere in my memory!
Free ebook to download of peak pagan poetry and philosophy book from this website, before the creative juices dried, and the desire to create structured poetry declined; resulting in the slow and sublime entropy of the last decade (and third poetry collection), and the literary nonsense prose poetry of XaW Files: Beyond Humanity. Then there were the snippets of Facebook colourful background poems, and now, just a big empty void.
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Home is where the
heart is human isn’t!
After telling readers they should only buy the print book if they really want to read it; due to paper/wood concerns; I again turn normal publicity on its head by declaring my new book not as good as its predecessor, the very excellent 242 Mirror Poems and Reflections.
While that was filled with optimism this is more dystopian; the end of my use of the Folding Mirror form; but contains a few classic poems and they look nice in their Folding Mirror shapes. They have all been published on this website over the last decade, in line with the freedom of information ethos I’ve worked with.
I also kept the prices at their minimums allowed by Amazon and free on Prime; and you can take out a free month’s trial.
Thanks to everybody who has contributed to the poetry and this site over the last 15 or so years. The reason then was to try to make a difference, and that song’s still the same. I was a realist then, and thought I was only slowing down our decline rather than saving us; and recent events have shown how powerless we are; but I’m less inclined now to feel despair!
A bird comes into sight
visible via proximity and light
emerging from clouds like rain
falling on a window pane
Nobody built bridges
or dug deep ditches
to where my mind
resides with own kind.
The above Facebook sized poem developed from this thought, that I first posted as a draft here yesterday:
Bridges (positive) and ditches (negative) built in my wake to imply I was diverted away; attention; from reaching my intended destination.
Short Poem, Deep Thought
The Generation of the title mainly refers to generating; as in isolation generating a mindset; but abstractly can also work for those living amongst covid-19: while it’s impossible not to be affected by it, maybe some will learn from it for the better of their mind?
I think I’m mentally where I thought I’d be at this age; either alone or with a soulmate; but I’m not sure when I started thinking that. Certainly, the greenYgrey decade (2006-2016: 40-50 years of age) was a transition period I set out, and wrote about, but don’t think I knew much about the future before that.
of a backward WOLF
you surely go
against the FLOW
Ash tree and mountain clouds anyway, a few hours after a heavy thunder, lightning, rain and hail storm cleared the air.
3 poems I made time to post to Facebook this morning; then one more, changing the title of this post to wordplay Poetry and Philosopher with numbers:
Silence is golden, subtle movement surreal
rising to the task: thought: tremendous
dividing again, creating new neural pathways…
12.02 running glue
drips from sticky sky
no more gravity defiance
to trees, falling in lime compliance
it’s all in your mind:
your it’s all mind
Bonus poem thought of here, falling into Moby Memory Gospel state of mind. After seeing it take shape, I crafted it into a Folding Mirror poem.
Thinking of Dogs: Wolves and Walks
do dogs dream of when they were wolves
I probably know what you’re thinking
if you’re younger than me
because I passed through
while I was sinking
deeper into my life experience
the variables anyway but maybe not
if dogs dream of their today and tomorrow
On warm thermals sky
sunny space I fly
swoop swift as swallow
no path to follow…
The above poem, like yesterday’s, were written within the Facebook regulations for a colourful setting/large case text.