Wednesday, 17 April 2013
Monday, 21 January 2013
Friday, 4 January 2013
I've gone through my older blogs and performed some clean ups and tweaks, but these will be the final! I am excited to have a blogger friendly PC once more, but will no longer have
All my thoughts, feelings and ramblings will now be posted on my one blog, and there alone.
Hope you'll join me!
Friday, 2 November 2012
This was my first half-decent attempt at a blog, and I love it dearly. I've learnt from it.
Yet I've moved on, and have new ideas and needs!
Yes, dear readers, I am writing a break-up letter...... or more a change of address notification.
I am inviting you to come see me at my new diggs.
That blog will be more specialised than this, like my other sites, but it'll also be the place to find my newest ramblings, wafflings and rantings. Some-things just don't change.
Thank you for reading, and hope to see you there.
Tuesday, 5 June 2012
It stinks, pungent, most fowl odours.
Has strange texture, leaving residue on fingers.
It's dry, flaking, cold and chilling.
Its white-blue lacking any vibrance.
Skin has tightened, exposing new boney lumps.
Eyes have sunken, been swallowed deep inside.
Hair has become frazzled, dry, cracking.
All moisture has left, searched out new residence.
A dry well, a withered fruit... this corpse.
All juices have flown, evaporated, gone.
Self-mummified, preserved. Done.
Dry rot for the dead, it creeps and spreads.
Only desire remains, resistant.
Time to think and first to drink!
Absorb, osmosis, gulp, slurp, suck. Consume.
Ideas of others, inspiration... not for reproducing.
A doctor needed, a muse, a life-force.
Pen still in hand, locked by rigor mortis.
Fear for moving, dusty joints, cracked bones.
Slowly rising, driven by hunger.
Preserves, jams. Time to make sweet sounds.
Re----generation, production, construction.
Sentences and smilies, but no heart beat for rhythm.
Yet this zombie will scratch, scrawl a message.
Poetry has died, entombed within.
Time for a resurrection.
A feast, a meal. Fleshy-meaty ideas.
It moans now, groans with reanimation.
My three month break has been closer to six. Have had fun exploring other creative out-puts. Maybe you've seen some of my other blogs!?
I have painted, strumed, inked and done lots of reading.
All in the name discovery and self-inspiration.
Right, well this yet unfinished poem seems a good way to say I'm back.