Poetry

Once upon a time, I wrote loads of poetry. Most of my waking hours would be spent thinking of words and phrases of great ingenuity and (so I thought) beauty. Then, about ten years ago, all that dried up. These days I find it all but impossible write a word of decent poetry, to my shame. But what I wrote back in my twenties remains good, to my mind. I’m slowly getting it all transferred onto my PC, and I’'ll post bits of it from time to time.

The first thing I’'m putting here is almost the last thing I ever wrote. I’m very proud of it, and its creation may be one of the reasons I’m now all written out. It’s called there were giants on the earth in those days…

I will be putting others on thematically (as my poems seem to fall into quite distinct areas of concern).

Love

Love is one of those subjects that’s been covered ad nauseam by poets, but I can’t help sticking in my two hapenn’orth. We all believe that our own feelings are completely unique, that no-one has ever felt quite the same thing, quite as intensely as we do. Love, especially, is the sort of emotion that draws us in.

The first poem in the series is here.