Tonight the world went pink,
A blood transfusion from a dying Sun.
An evening gift of life.
Heading over to the church for an evening meeting tonight, the world was transformed by an eerie light. The group waiting by the door were all bathed with light, reminding me of my Grandad after his regular blood transfusions.
(24.09.26)
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A complacent start
Then momentary panic
But calm minds prevail
Victory tonight in the modern classic boardgame!
(07.08.26)
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The imagination of rain.
A dream that calls forth life
in torrents of shapes and sizes.
Thoughts that whisper strands
of DNA helixes,
a multitude of colours
and possibility.
Ideas externalised
in passing forms,
mirroring those made flesh.
Creativity
dispersed to root and river.
Although the clouds threatened in Hunstanton today, we only got to enjoy a brief hint of rain, no more. It was enough to cause the title of this poem to come to mind, however.
(04.08.26)
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The door won’t open?
Then switch the fittings around
It sounds so simple…
We got there in the end!
(30.07.26)
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Today, I am a world wide surfing spider.
My fingers nimbly chase its binary threads,
which yesterday hadn’t been dreamt or spun.
As I write, I weave my digital truth.
My fingers nimbly chase its binary threads,
I couldn’t perceive their ways when I was younger,
and as I write, I weave my digital truth,
not seeing the vastness of the world without.
When I was younger I couldn’t perceive the snare
that drew me into this shiny cell phone screen,
and not knowing that the outside world’s so vast,
I dreamt that one day we might fly around it.
Trapped in a cell as small as a mobile screen,
a gaol which yesterday hadn’t been dreamt or spun,
I yearn to spread my wings and finally fly
but today? I’m just a world wide surfing spider.
As promised yesterday, a pantoum. This is a Malaysian poetry form where 8 lines are rearranged and repeated in a set pattern that can come up with some fascinating and surprising results.
(28.05.26)
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My ear drum’s drumming,
A throbbing pulsing
Beat that thrums
More loudly as
The evening calms
Its disco’s happening,
How can’t you hear
They’re tunes, they’re banging!
I seem to have developed a low grade ear ache…
(21.05.26)
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Fierce blast of water!
Loud ear drumming tsunami!
Strong surging torrent!
Finally the tide withdraws
Shhhhhhh… now hearing is restored
Now everything’s a little clearer.
(27.04.26)
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Cherry blossom blooms, confetti showers,
dancing in tearful hope of dawning light:
rejoice in this annual ritual uniting flowers
of winter and spring in matrimony bright!
The promise of good times ahead now dark
days fade. The stretching daylight joyfully cheers
the heady bride and groom as they embark
into their life as hopeful pioneers.
But on the street the rumours start to grow
of infidelity, illicit heat.
As temperatures rise and passions flow, the oath
once tightly held becomes a forgotten conceit.
The underlying cause of this concern?
Our tendency to mine, exploit and burn.
I was struck this morning by the beautiful blossom that currently lines our streets and then later by a storm of hailstones.
(25.03.26)
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Alas, tonight we failed
to save the world. We tried
but sometimes trying’s not
enough. Sometimes hope
requires a lucky hand.
An early epidemic meant we were up against it from the start.
(21.03.26)
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Tangled in the algorithm,
Emeshed by bits of code,
Somehow, accidentally, we’ve
Digitised our soul.
Caught up in the internet,
And bound up in a bubble,
This reinforcing force-fed diet
Leads to digestive trouble.
Like so many I find myself sometimes scrolling for no reason at all…
(05.02.26)
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