I write the occasional poem. Here are three of them.
Writing a poem in ten lines is a useful discipline. It concentrates the mind. I think poems should pack as much meaning as they can in the fewest possible words. I am not a fan of gushing words, clever but meaning little.
Heatwave
The hottest day recorded.
Towards ten at night
The rain started.
We walked out
Into the garden, naked,
enjoying the refreshing rain.
The lawn was squelchy
underfoot.
We lay down together,
and
made mud.
27th July 2019
A heart in winter
Sense of sunlight
on my eyes
Open them
Room dark
No one
by my side
Violin
silent
Heart cries
Footsteps in the street
Love dies
3 August 2002
First Day at Uni, 2020
I remember that first day.
I saw you
two metres away.
We went for a walk
in the park
two metres apart.
We should have met in another time.
Now we can never get together
but must stay apart
for ever.
June 2020
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