Wednesday, 3 December 2014

Poetry Thursday 139 - Finding IT in doorways in Autumn

I begin today with a poem that is in fact not mine but that of a friend who was stating how hopeless he was at writing poetry.


A leaf falling
The End

If you think about what is being said, leaves fall when they come to the end of their usefulness, and deciduous behaviour is a method of preserving the life of the tree. It's all to do with endings and so is very focussed on that time of year. In my opinion it just goes to show that you don't have to write pages to make a valid point.


Flesh and blood is weak and frail.
Queer what a big stain my sucked blood makes!
Yet of all, the beast blazoned in gilt and blood.
No it doesn't happen!

And truly I was afraid, I was most afraid.
Nothing has changed since I began,
then a powerful demon, a prowler through the dark,
a thing to laugh at as it gaped to catch?
But the reflections live on, the heart beats thick,
waking or asleep.
© David L Atkinson December 2014

This is a cheat. Sometimes when ideas don't come and you feel the need to write one way through the creative murk is to read others poetry. Write down ten lines then see if there is something that grabs you. It can also be a bit of fun.


A door is so much more
than an entry place or point of access.
It has seen so much more
than our senses can address.

Walk through a gate and you’re not the last,
It holds many secrets from the past.
In all weathers it does its work
uncomplaining by design.

Pay your way through a turnstile
anticipate an eventful smile
Creaking, turning and clicking round
it counts your fan-based attendance.

They slide apart and welcome
all who wish to rise or fall some
granting access to layers
giving users choices.

A lid that granted those access to rest
who have no use for life blessed,
finally closes to everyones’ gaze
giving single access to the grave.
© David L Atkinson December 2014

God Bless