Today I Ate a Woolf

Today I ate a Woolf
Not a Common Woolf
or even a Common Reader Woolf

Instead it was a Diary Woolf
Volume Four, 1931
and it slipped down a treat

Like a well aged Wine
Aged Woolf
Tastes mighty fine.


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Poetry is Such Hard Work

Writing poetry is such hard work
That I avoid it at all costs
But cunningly the muse
Sneaks in and in her
most persuasive way
Gets me to put fingers to
the keyboard
and write...

How she does it
I don't know
but better men and women than I
have tried to resist her alluring charms
and failed miserably

So the Score is Muse One, and Me Zero



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The Night Watch

Tears and worries
multiply through
the abyss of the night

But mornings rays
disperse the murk
and despair
and restores
the soul

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Proust on Poetry

I am reading Proust's In Search of Lost Time and enjoyed this snippet on poetry.

"My mother had to abandon her quest, but managed to extract from the restriction itself a further delicate thought, like good poets whom the tyranny of rhyme forces into the discovery of their finest lines" (Vol 1, p31).

While we live in an age of blank verse this thought still holds true. The force of writing and the discipline results in good poetry.

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stuck on train

not a poem
more of a lament
I'm stuck on the train
problems on the lines
snow and chaos ahead
as we crawl from station
to station
to allow the
angry mobs to disperse
by bus.

hope against hope
that I will
be in my hotel
bed, warm and
content by
midnight.

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Snow 2010

Each year the allure of snow
lessens for me
At first it was fun
A white powder covering
of my antipodean past

Snow silently falling
covering everything with light
and lack of colour
But shovelling feet of snow
to get the car unstuck
to collect the milk for tea
is a pain to me

So I'm all for a non white Xmas

Living other Lives

By reading your poems
Your words
seep into
Me

And attached to
the words
feelings nuanced
follow

Until I find myself
thinking like another
like you
savoring the
moment...

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