Notes On…’Acknowledgements’

After achieving a number of milestones this week, some academic, some personal, I take time to reflect on these through the written word with the following poem. I have also decided to experiment with writing in the first person. 

#COTBA: The Anniversary Edition.

So, today marks a special occasion. On this day, three years ago, I discovered WordPress and decided to create a blog. I didn’t really know what I was doing to be quite honest, and barely knew where to start. But I did know what I wanted it to be about: life.

Notes On…’Vacant Spaces’

Blank. He could be shrouded in light with a sign in his chest, but I’d still see only blank space. The path could be laden in front of my feet, but I’d sidestep to the rougher terrain.

Notes On…’The Room with Silent Air’

Messy Blankets  One day, the night will last for longer than I’ve ever known, and I’ll be as still as a marble statue. And just as cold. I’ve seen it.

Notes On…’Stirrings of the Sea’

The Bench With a hymn in my ear and the sea at my feet, I see the past. This stretch of water and stone does its best to stir Devlin.

Notes On…’The Tiniest Memory’

Those Brown Flies Those conifers mean something different this eve. Not love. Or heart.  Or broken things. A mere backdrop for another focus. Though just as green they remain.

Notes On…’Distanced Rooms’

Some Interruption.   Some girl. Some picture. It’s interrupted, as I look to the left and see you.

Notes On…’Slipped Faces’

Papered Smiles It rains. I see lines. Straight as arrows and fast as flames, and they only move in one way.

Notes On…’The Last Walk’

Perfect Strangers   With grey on my shoulder all heavy and bold, and question in mind to the rear but still near, I lay in this dimmist of lights.   With a box there and a handshake for a white haired man there, an unexpected goodbye was given. I give you the tears of a relative

Notes On…Futures

Loops These despair drenched impulses that fill this space, dart like stars on their ending edge. And all I can do is watch. I see in one as if eyes were open, though tighter they close with each second.