Poetry Archive :: Transitions

Occasionally, I get really lucky.

This poem is one of those moments.

Please enjoy something I am VERY proud of.

 


Transitions

This moment transcends inertia
Acute feelings: collide, entwine
Absorbed into the other’s skin
Belief of better sought within.

Make me the mirror of your care:
Sent light upwards towards the dawn,
Far better sunrise for each day
Coaxing belief along our way.

Exhaling negativity
Requiring only breath and hope;
Ignite joint passion without fear
Illuminate true path now clear.

Simple acceptance is required
Transitions, understanding set.
Bright sharpness, brilliant, sublime;
Redefinition comes with time.

To turn around two lives of pain
Impossible thrown out of play:
Becoming sum of diverse parts
Devotion scored on willing hearts.


Poetry Archive :: Reflections

Last week I wrote poetry on Saturday night, and it was a HUGE success. Using a Spotify relaxation playlist as a prompt, two REALLY strong poems emerged after a couple of hours work, and this gave me all of Sunday to edit at leisure. On consideration, this is a decent way of improving craft going forward. Next week, therefore, I intend to write outside (and make the most of the Spring sunshine.)

I’m really pleased with this set of Haiku. It has a depth and breadth, plus covers the initial idea which inspired it: shining light on yourself, being capable of accepting faults and shortcomings, allowing means to improve and grow. I hope this new working arrangement brings more fruitful work in the weeks that follow.


Reflections

Prism, turning slow
Refracting intent: daylight
Pierces gloom within.

Corners enlightened
Dust blown, surface cleared, reset
Re-calibrate soul.

Look outside yourself
Redemption glitters; intent
Possibility.

Each second, strengthens
Internal belief: shifting
Impetus outwards.

This life, a mirror
Penance carried: salvation
Found in reflections.


Fickle Sun

Tomorrow is May, though you’d not believe it looking out of this window. That means, it is time for a slight detour in direction, to coincide with the launch of my new digital project, Arguto.

Twilight

Your short story is an intentionally vague affair, which will only become clear with time. The two sets of YouTube selections are very much in the same vein as the Arguto ‘vibe’ which should help with the transition from one space to the next… and there will be some added extras too.

Needless to say, I’m extremely excited about Arguto, but there won’t be a letup in content here. Weekly Twitter poetry will still be archived here, as will the short stories, and this will remain the place for Novel Chat (more on that tomorrow) plus my forays into published work. The fanzine is very much a personal vanity project and with this fourth space comes the opportunity to maintain a selection of disparate spaces to serve all my literary and artistic needs.

Once we’ve launched tomorrow, there will be some back-end changes to support the alterations, and then it is full steam ahead for this new direction…

Poetry Archive :: We Are Strong

An awful lot has changed in the last seven days. My arm has come forward in leaps and bounds (if that is an acceptable metaphor for an upper limb) to the point where I was able to do tiny press-ups yesterday. The long-term goal for fitness is to not worry so much about ability going forward but to become stronger in both body and mind. That one word is my ‘beautiful’: if I feel strong, anything is possible.

This week’s micropoetry, therefore, is dedicated to my own recovery and the prize of greater gains at the end of this rehabilitation period.


We Are Strong

Whatever may be placed ahead
To fill the mind with fear and dread:
Deep strength is found to overcome
Against all odds, each battle won.

There’ll come clear moments in this life
Where opportunity beats strife:
Grasp every chance to change your game,
Keep equilibrium maintained.

Hard fortress built around the fears
Protecting heart and soul for years:
Have courage, stand and break it down,
Elect new rulers, progress crowned.

Standing in these ruined remains
No longer shackled with own chains;
Turn right around to stare outside
Exorcise fright, let wisdom guide.

Become the architect of change,
Define redemption, now arrange:
Never forget, that We are Strong
Within this future, all belong.


Words

As a writer, I commit any number of heinous mistakes whenever words are committed to a screen. Over time, those have become easier to spot: word repetition, bad grammar, a real problem knowing where apostrophes go. Earning a high-grade English degree, back in the day, is no guarantee of competence: nouns are naming words, verbs are doing words, but a lot of definition points in between will need to be double-checked with Google for reassurance. The point to be made at the end of this paragraph is that nobody is perfect.

As a writer, other people place a level of expectation on your ability. Publishers will expect you to know how to present work to them for assessment. Although it might not need to be edited to a plateau of confidence, knowing what flows and works is a bonus. Understanding there is more than one way of stating ‘I woke up and went to kill a dragon’ is useful, but that statement in itself is perfectly acceptable as a final draft if placed in the correct context. Learning how to write is not just editing your work, or knowing which version of your prose is the one you stop fiddling with as a perfectionist.

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I’ve needed nearly a decade writing about a video game to finally feel comfortable with the words that are produced, but it will never be a perfect world. Even with autocorrect and multiple edits, the stupid still gets through. A testimonial was written in the week for the Physiotherapist who has returned my left arm to pretty much the state it was before the incident with tripping up over my own legs. It was sent with one word missing, which pretty much altered the entire point of the piece. I’d read that word in my head, but it did not exist on the page. The best writers still fuck up. This is a constant process, and will never end.

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The one area I’ve not really explored is experimental, off the beaten track kind of wordplay that Arguto will give the opportunity to muck about with. This site now becomes a place not just for the Twitter-related content but for the exploration of how writing can and should evolve, expanding to fill countless spaces available. With the capacity to write being combined with photography and digital devices, new technology and old ideas have the means by which they can be redefined and improved.

However, at the heart of this all there is tradition and comfort to fall back on. Learning how to be a better writer will continue until my last breath.

Vogue

Arguto is an Italian word, which roughly translates as sharp, witty or clever. I’ve chosen it as the title for a fanzine because I’m not comfortable borrowing or punning a title of anything else or trying to pretend this whole project is something it isn’t. The initial idea has been kickstarted by the fact that this year, after several decades of wanting to travel to Italy, I’m going to finally make it there. The birthplace of the Rennaisance in Europe has generated the same change within me.

This is the moment to create something truly special.

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Arguto will combine my love of photography, writing, music and fiction in one place. It will be a Fanzine portal for a number of photography projects, plus other audio-visual gubbins. It has all the backend organised (although Google’s being a bit problematic, no change there) and will begin to propagate next month. I’m not saying anything else right now, but it is me attempting to evolve.

If you’re interested at this early stage, bookmark arguto.net and follow @ArgutoFanzine.

Back in the Saddle

Well, it is good to be back at a PC this morning, organising myself for the first time in a few weeks. There’s a lot to catch up on, and so it’s probably the right moment to announce what you can expect this week, plus what is coming up in May. I’ve picked the word ‘Ambiance’ to describe next month, which will involve the introduction of Spotify playlists to our gamut of inspirational sources, plus a full-blown photography project as bonus material. For now, however, let’s work out what’s missing from April.

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The three short stories started this month are in the final stages of completion, and you’ll see them all on the site at some point in the future. I’ll be spending this week catching up on poetry archiving and the like, with all the regular features returning to the Twitters. After that, there’s going to be some explanation of what you can expect in the months that follow, including some exciting new features which will be worked on across the Summer. Oh, and if you’re waiting for an alpha read of the Novel?

You should watch your Inbox sometime next week.

WE ARE STRONG

Mostly, it is business as usual, with a bit more organisation behind the scenes that existed before.

I can’t wait to share with you what’s coming.

Poetry Archive :: Once Upon a Time

Don’t tell anyone, but this is my favourite Haiku sequence for quite some time.


Once Upon a Time

Begin this story:
Compose a joint narrative,
Write you into us.

Bright introduction,
Minimal exposition;
Straight to the sex scene.

Subtle post-coital glow
Illuminates both; sleeping
Undisturbed, happy.

Once upon a time,
We were possibility
Intimate sliver.

The tale is written,
Each coupling: strengthening
The future, writ large.


Poetry Archive :: The End

You’re seeing this much later than originally advertised, for which I apologise, as life slowly gets back to normal after my enforced layoff.  This is a largely uneven work, if I’m honest, which may well get revisited and revised as time goes on. As it transpires, however, this a decent testament to my mood as drugs didn’t work and indeed made things worse.


The End

Skipping to the last page
Predicting own demise,
Obsessed with an ending
Long before it arrives:
Life remains for living
Make better use of time,
Gift that keeps on giving
Moments stay sublime.

Healthy not to look back
Focussing on the now,
Sometimes backwards helps to
Grasp understanding how;
Why history repeats,
Mistakes made time, again;
Reorganise methods,
Conscious, against the grain.

Start to plan your next phase,
Stop worrying ‘bout time:
End arrives regardless
Out of your hands and mine.
Instants as if your last,
The mantra of each day:
Letting go of concern
Allows fears to allay.

Time is key, happiness
And with it, sense of self;
Know how mind, body work
To maintain pristine health.
Trusting soul, nothing else
Enlightenment arrives;
Let go of fear and doubt,
Consistency survives.

You’re the problem to solve
Take a long, cold hard look:
Time to move with times,
Get this brain to unhook.
Think, what would happen if
Tomorrow was the end?
Start today with the change,
Modify, habits mend.


Poetry Archive :: Flower

Needing the means to inspire myself this week, this was my solution.


Flower

No longer dormant:
Stand tall, and flower: transform
This sad existence.

Plunge strong roots, deeper
To fuel change: metamorphose
Brilliant, redefined.

The new beginning
Substance of desire: moving
Forward to future.

This does not frighten,
Motivation: push onward,
Fresh bloom emerges.

Under burst of sun,
Egress whole: our happening
Apex of freshness.


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