February 2012
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Southampton
A train journey to the South
coast of England on
a frozen February day,
perfectly content with an
hour and a half gift
of solitude.
The trees look sad
as they rush past me -
bare, cold; with
nothing to hold.
I am afraid of many things.
Being like the trees
is one of them.
I am now in Bradford, but no -
not the Bradford I know, this
one has the Avon;
not the Aire.
Train...
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Wintry blues could make
anyone go insane.
The chills, the grey skies
pushing us all down to
the ground.
England;
what love I do feel for you.
But, by gum -
you do know how
to make me
feel blue.
by Charlotte Owen, 29th January 2012
January 2012
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Alphabet for Auden
“When the words have gone away
there is nothing left to say.
Unformed thought can never be,
what you feel is what you see,
write it down and set it free”
- Carol Ann Duffy
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Old friends simmer out like long gone summer...
We all know that look that
Tells you,
Pleads with you to feel
What was once so clear.
It rises quickly, suddenly
And stabs like an icicle in the heart.
You are forced to feel, think and
Go back to the start.
Only until the icicle melts away,
The start of something old, something
Not so new which doesn’t
Even fit together anymore.
Old friends simmer out like
The heat of long...
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Moulding the Soul
Melt your soul down, till it
Is as hot as an icicle.
Pour it softly, safely, over fields,
Flowers, friends, foes.
See how it sets.
See how it goes.
See how it helps you forget.
See how you’re no longer running to
Somewhere that doesn’t even exist.
I used to be like you, I used
To persist at harbouring my boat of
Bitterness on the docks of my own
Happiness.
You will learn...
December 2011
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“Every time a poet writes a poem it’s like it’s the first time. When you’ve...”
– Carol Ann Duffy
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Luna
The road I am on may lead me
To far away places, shimmering
Sunsets, long lazy
Afternoons, the energy of the full moon.
Luna your light reaches me when I need
It the most, even in my darkest hour;
I shall always sense the power of your grace.
- by Charlotte Owen, October 2011
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"I ain't got nothing to be scared of, cause I love...
~ Blur (Ambulance)
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November 2011
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Three
Crying in to a pool of non-existent salty tears -
Helplessly reaching towards each other,
Stretching pulling bending distance and
Time - an old film that is never ending, made up
Of desire, touch, scent, taste;
And of course your face.
My fears have been proved wrong so far, my hopes
Are as high as the stars, flickering -
Floating, hoping tonight we are together in some
Way or...
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Happiness by Stephen Dunn
rollandrise:
A state you must dare not enter with hopes of staying, quicksand in the marshes, and all
the roads leading to a castle that doesn’t exist. But there it is, as promised,
with its perfect bridge above the crocodiles, and its doors forever open.
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October 2011
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“Now let’s to church my dear to prove -
The joys of virtuous, happy love.”
- The first Valentine letter, sent around 1798.
I am writing you a poem -
As it’s the only thing I can do,
Without feeling I am being misunderstood.
For as beautiful as spoken words can be,
Sometimes they don’t land smoothly or
Sweetly in your ears;
Where as a poem will always...
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Why should you believe in magic?
When I am asked -
Why do you believe in magic?
I answer simply, I believe in art;
Therefore I must believe in magic.
When I paint on an empty canvas,
I am creating something out of nothing.
So of course it is magic.
With every brush of my wand,
I am brushing the summer by and
I am one second closer to taking off
Emily Dickinson’s clothes;
I think to myself, oh my!
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Newton Park
Casting their knowing eyes on me,
The sheep give me their look -
With this look comes the weight of
Every decision I have ever made,
But just as quickly as it comes
It disappears.
I find myself floating, floating
Through the swirling clouds
In this autumnal early evening sky, like
A balloon full of understanding.
Higher and higher I go,
But when I think of you, I go slow -
So I...
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Dreams
are often where I like to linger -
And believe me darling,
I often ponder.
Where the line that separates dream from reality lies,
For when the moon beams,
I fall in to my dreams,
And there lie the signposts for the roads I need to take,
The seams of the fabric of my reality.
They guide me to the perfect situations, the right faces and the most beautiful of places…
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“Because time is out there, eaten by light.”
– - Norma Cole, ‘Spinoza in her Youth’
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Francesca Woodman
“I show you what you do not see - the body’s inner force.”
“You’ll get all excited about an image, my friend, but you’ll never know what lies behind - nothing at all”
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“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer...”
– Dr. Seuss
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