Some of my poetry
I started writing poetry in 2006. When I first started most of my poems just naturally rhymed, perhaps as I love music so much it inspired me to write them in more of a lyrical way. I wondered where on earth these poems had come from as I'd never been into poetry at all. Then it dawned on me that my nana used to tell us rhymes. And I had a vague memory of a poetry book on my 11th birthday. Also nana had gone on stage at the theatre Royal to recite poems, apparently it had been her claim to fame that she had done so on the same night as meeting Faith Brown who was an actress, impressionist and comedian performing after her that night.
Anyway my poetry was possibly one of the things that kept me sane, and through time I had it published in 12 anthologies and magazines. I then got asked to do a poetry workshop at the national women's day and thereafter got invited to run a local writing group, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I had no experience in these types of things so once again I just winged it and learned as I went along.
I then self published a small poetry book called 'Is it me? Is it you? or is it us?'
Some of my Poems ~
Is anyone there?
At first I was afraid...I was petrified
What’s wrong?
You cannot see me?
I am the same, of course
As I always was
Am I not?
You’re just not listening, are you?
You only see the wheels
The chair….. perhaps.
I can’t talk, but can listen
Although ramblings confuse.
I hear your mind, within your blindness
To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!
The last thing on my mind!
We could always talk to her,
I suppose!
By why would we want to?
What can she do for us now, I hear!
Lets just talk amongst ourselves
It’ll be easier, she needs to rest
Behind closed doors
A different story
They know best,
Why would they ask?
I hear your mind… within your blindness
To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!
The last thing on my mind!
Enquiring are you
Unravel the grey windmills of the mind?
To make it easier on you
Should I make a joke, there that’ll help!
Try pushing the chair with wheels
Imagine yourself as the carted one
That I once found the sun when I was unbroken
Before the unpleasantness
Of your emotional hell!
I hear your mind… within your blindness
To comprehend it…I’d have to be you!
The last thing on my mind!
Transgress
Now it’s my emotional limbo
You are too much baggage for my destiny
Emotional heaven!
Why, she’s not in
Convenient
The lame excuses, you all make
When you kick me out
Rest easy, with your dull
Passionless mirrors.
Uncompassionate to the core!
I hear your mind… within your blindness
To comprehend it…I’d have to be you
The last thing on my mind.
.
At one time I believe them
To be different
As I have witnessed.
Before the sly look of the fox
Why I can smell, the guilt
Mass of sheer selfishness,
Hardened hearts!
I hear your mind… within your blindness
To comprehend it…you’d have to be me
The first thing in my heart
Not so far from the one who bore me
What’s her name again?