This is me at home thinking about some ideas. Honestly.
Here is a time critical approach to poetic composition. The idea of speed writing is not new. As this is not short poetry, the length of a composition is irrelevant. The time taken to the set down the Solus Draft to publishing on the web site is the goal. There must be no revision after publication. The piece should stand as complete in the stated time frame.
Then I was deceived When the black veil The darkness of death Descended to receive me. Then I saw not the tunnel With the hand of welcome Beckoning, urging, I was not at the edge of paradise. Then I did not dream. The absence was total. A void to be avoided Blackness unseen. A place … Continue reading Then I Was Cardiac Arrested.
It is an open contest This life of love, In which we are all contenders. We have been in training for this. Yet in a sense we are all cheated. Never to be content. If life is meant to be manoeuvres In a dark square ring, Then we are truly contestants of the heart. We … Continue reading Love, there is no Bell.
My Lake, Is not of a Wet Brain. For neither the bottle Nor the Bar Stool Any longer compel me. I am too, a while since, Scorched dry of my images' slake. And being now trifled properly; I abide these days steady And without a drunkards' penny. Yes, I do indeed have a lake. A … Continue reading My Lake
In Anamnesis. This Time (Will Never Leave You). If the first thought was of love The second must be of obsession. There is no getting rid of these feelings Liking or loving or contentment, Neither is harmful, Yet. You are not alone, Or are you? Love needs to be reciprocal. You are living your feelings … Continue reading In Anamnesis – This Time (Will Never Leave You).