Friday, February 26, 2010

The Leaky Window

The wind is forcefeeding
The rain
Splattering it against
The pane
With a violent
Thrust, twist and turn

The rain seeks
Escape by dribbling
Around the edge
Of the window
And dripping onto the sill

Within it can
Relax wryly
Having escaped
The maelstrom

Tuesday, February 23, 2010


All around
In and out

I, you. We,
They. all
Pump out ideas

Poisonous or

Why don't they
All shut up,
Go home
And leave me
In peace.

Monday, February 22, 2010

ePoetry a new genre?

Now that poets can freely publish their work on the web are we looking at a new genre or approach to poetry?

Would Dickinson have been discovered if she had been able to publish herself on the Net? Or would she have been just as obscure, lost in the enormity of the web?

The great thing about the web is that there are no financial barriers to entry. I guess the purists would say that there is now no quality gateway but I suspect that view is elitist. It's not like there are legions of poets on the Net.

The immediacy of publication allows the raw edge of emotion to be explored. We can write and publish anywhere. I am on my teabreak writing this missive from my iPhone which I will publish shortly.

We can also explore multimedia and hypertextual poetry on the Net. This is an extension from the written page and allows for the development of what I would call visual poetry.

All in all I love cyberpoetry and the communities of poets that I collaborate with in the poetic e-Ther.

Friday, February 19, 2010

The Healing Power of Poetry

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason.


Reason and logic are very good to describe the physical world, but poetry helps us to map the reality of our human emotions, understanding and experience.

The Passion of Reading

The greatest gift is a passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind. It is a moral illumination.

Elizabeth Hardwick

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Amidst Friends

I sit amidst
My books
Feeling great

The company
Of such great

Lifts my soul
And makes
Me think
Of other times
Peoples. Philosophies
My own very

Thursday, February 11, 2010


How readily flows
The mighty SIPOC
Mapping it's merry
Way from end to end

Suppliers we love them
Inputs we need them
Process rules all
Outputs come lately
Customers lastly
The end Amen

Explanatory Note
SIPOC is a business process mapping tool

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

A Juxtaposition of Words

Inviolable love
semantic neighbourhood
generation lap
rosy retrospection
keynote listener
silver tsunami
soup of words

Monday, February 8, 2010

agony and ecstacy

The secret rites
Of poetry
And ecstacy
To me

The agony
The urge to write
But nothing comes
The desparation
That drives
The poet mad

But oh the
Of delivering
A poem
New ro the world
Fresh and vibrant
As a living

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Sandburg on Poetry

Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away. ~Carl Sandburg, Poetry Considered

This is a very poetic quote and will resonate, no doubt, with the readers of this blog!!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

boxes and arrows

Boxes and arrows
My furrows
And admantine

How simple
It was in 2000
To flow
To draw
But 2007
Flummoxed me
Bill I don't
Like your
Office suite

Monday, February 1, 2010

In my Dreams

In my dreams
On Mondays
I jump outta bed
Keen as mustard
To attack the new
Work week with vigor
Energy and insight

The Reality
Does not
Always match
The dream
But such is
The world
Of dreams
And of common