The pen is new motel life isn't one I don't yet have the feel for the other has felt me all over felt with me felt for me felt me over many years one is straight lines and round barrels full of engineering more suited to sketching or drawing rather than writing the other is long dimly-lit corridors where solitude creeps by or is engraved on the key fob as it stands on the uniform drinks tray
The waking pain showed itself excruciatingly in the eardrum yet there was joy in the editing of my previous writings the memories of the night before will be forgotten the dreams of tomorrow they will be pressing ever onwards the half-repaired LED still flashes as the construction workers outside the window commence their working day
I am at a crossroads or at least I believe I no doubt soon will be my writing it seems is searching for a new direction I am losing what I most relied upon I don't see her or feel her anymore with that intensity which I feel I need to instead I take a new pen from the pocket in another motel bedroom I write these words for no one I go nowhere to find my inspiration
I pour water down the oil well and think of my foot pressed hard on the gasoline pedal
Wednesday, 15 February 2017
Tuesday, 14 February 2017
Referendum (Inconsiderate Considerations)
The day that I began this piece of writing my country had voted to leave the European Union
I now notice that the foreign exchange plummeted stocks and shares took a ten per cent dive although the man from the Pocket Watch company said that they will soon bounce back and true to his word about the engraved watches (christening presents for my grandchildren) within the hour he had despatched the goods according to the email he sent
Kate and I were both in favour of remaining in the EU yet we live in a part of the country where almost three-quarters of those who voted chose to vote to Leave perhaps we should move to a Remain stronghold maybe to Scotland or Northern Ireland although already I understand the demand for Irish passports is growing strongly
Yet it's also like this you see for last night I set up the tables out in the Old Stables for our poetry and creative writing workshop I put the three old birdcages bought from a shop in Cleethorpes who had converted them into candle holders into the middle of the middle table
The writers arrived sat down and began a conversation then Kate joined us and immediately she proclaimed that she could not work with the candle distraction (candles not lit I ought to add) and she moved them without further ado
I now notice that the foreign exchange plummeted stocks and shares took a ten per cent dive although the man from the Pocket Watch company said that they will soon bounce back and true to his word about the engraved watches (christening presents for my grandchildren) within the hour he had despatched the goods according to the email he sent
Kate and I were both in favour of remaining in the EU yet we live in a part of the country where almost three-quarters of those who voted chose to vote to Leave perhaps we should move to a Remain stronghold maybe to Scotland or Northern Ireland although already I understand the demand for Irish passports is growing strongly
Yet it's also like this you see for last night I set up the tables out in the Old Stables for our poetry and creative writing workshop I put the three old birdcages bought from a shop in Cleethorpes who had converted them into candle holders into the middle of the middle table
The writers arrived sat down and began a conversation then Kate joined us and immediately she proclaimed that she could not work with the candle distraction (candles not lit I ought to add) and she moved them without further ado
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Monday, 13 February 2017
Doubt
A change of gear
Yes maybe that was to blame
Alone in the car for the first time
In rather a long time
Alone and travelling home after several days
Together at the seaside
We you and I and those friends we made
Now returning from
The sea which reflected the light
The light which reflected the joy
The joy which reflected the love
The love which reflected togetherness
Yet so so very soon afterwards here I am alone
With a slight depression with a darkness with the doubt
A change of scene perhaps travelling West to East
Instead of following pathways East to West
The West where the sun sets
The East where the sun rises
The journey where thoughts find time to falter
The vacation where we had sought out each other
Yes maybe that was to blame
Alone in the car for the first time
In rather a long time
Alone and travelling home after several days
Together at the seaside
We you and I and those friends we made
Now returning from
The sea which reflected the light
The light which reflected the joy
The joy which reflected the love
The love which reflected togetherness
Yet so so very soon afterwards here I am alone
With a slight depression with a darkness with the doubt
A change of scene perhaps travelling West to East
Instead of following pathways East to West
The West where the sun sets
The East where the sun rises
The journey where thoughts find time to falter
The vacation where we had sought out each other
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Sunday, 12 February 2017
Return
There is a calm
The leaves on the trees are almost still
You playback telephone messages in your study
Among the post of many letters
Is the bill
For the first half of our vacation
Also a book of poems Pilgrim
By the poet and philosopher
David Whyte once of Yorkshire
The light was on in the wooden-floored hallway
I noticed that when I first came in
The light was on and here we are at midday already
With exclusive offers for a cruise down the Mekong Delta
Or house insurance
With a free eighty pounds (£80-00) M&S voucher
The calm after the storm the NFU Mutual brochure claims
Yet I take it otherwise rather the storm after the calm
A calm which may take quite some time to return
The leaves on the trees are almost still
You playback telephone messages in your study
Among the post of many letters
Is the bill
For the first half of our vacation
Also a book of poems Pilgrim
By the poet and philosopher
David Whyte once of Yorkshire
The light was on in the wooden-floored hallway
I noticed that when I first came in
The light was on and here we are at midday already
With exclusive offers for a cruise down the Mekong Delta
Or house insurance
With a free eighty pounds (£80-00) M&S voucher
The calm after the storm the NFU Mutual brochure claims
Yet I take it otherwise rather the storm after the calm
A calm which may take quite some time to return
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Saturday, 11 February 2017
Sunlight
Heavy curtains hung by hoops from a circular pole
Hanging straight each side of the twin doors
One open one closed both
Give sight of the vertical and square wooden railings
Which in turn prevents ones eyes seeing
Straight across the bay
To where the morning mist rises from the sea
Where the brightest of bright sunlight
Escapes from the whitest-gold of clear blue skies
Light which falls onto the mercury of waves
Mercurial in their constant ebbing and flowing
Mercurial as if of the silver
Of Slade's guitarist's silver platform sole boots
Yes that's right Dave Hill's silver knee-high boots
All of which is a brightness reflecting
The kind of kindness that I read of earlier
If light was considered as sound
This light truly would be a sonic bombardment
Noisier than AC DC's thrash metal at the top of its game
Even measured in lux, or lumens
It is an orb of greatest propensity
With sufficient strength of purpose
To light up an entire ocean
To illuminate the whole of the sea
Hanging straight each side of the twin doors
One open one closed both
Give sight of the vertical and square wooden railings
Which in turn prevents ones eyes seeing
Straight across the bay
To where the morning mist rises from the sea
Where the brightest of bright sunlight
Escapes from the whitest-gold of clear blue skies
Light which falls onto the mercury of waves
Mercurial in their constant ebbing and flowing
Mercurial as if of the silver
Of Slade's guitarist's silver platform sole boots
Yes that's right Dave Hill's silver knee-high boots
All of which is a brightness reflecting
The kind of kindness that I read of earlier
If light was considered as sound
This light truly would be a sonic bombardment
Noisier than AC DC's thrash metal at the top of its game
Even measured in lux, or lumens
It is an orb of greatest propensity
With sufficient strength of purpose
To light up an entire ocean
To illuminate the whole of the sea
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