Archive for September, 2010

Magic

Posted in Poetry on September 26, 2010 by belfastdavid

This poem began life as 14 lines, each line being written on a card. The idea being that the cards would be shuffled and then dealt – in whatever order they were dealt a poem would be formed. I think that worked.

And anyway I had a whole lot of fun doing it.

Recently I came across a poetic form called Pantoum. This is a form in which every line is repeated but in a very specific sequence. So I wondered if the 14 lines could be put together to form a pantoum. I am not sure this really works.

But I did thoroughly enjoy the process of trying.

And that is probably the whole point.

David

Magic

Magic exists, it’s in what magic does
given away by fleeting random smile
perhaps somewhere there lies a deeper truth
no longer any need for subterfuge

given away by fleeting random smile
found in the top of ever breaking waves
no longer any need for subterfuge
there’s clarity, it comes from peace of mind

found in the top of ever breaking waves
captured in this moment’s very essence
there’s clarity, it comes from peace of mind
expressed by seagulls soaring on the wind

captured in this moment’s very essence
hidden beneath the tresses on your head
expressed by seagulls soaring on the wind
an image which my mirror never shows

hidden beneath the tresses on your head
secrets that only I will ever know
an image which my mirror never shows
exposed by looking deep into your eyes

secrets that only I will ever know
inside the place where moonlight hides in trees
exposed by looking deep into your eyes
the words that fairies told me long ago

inside the place where moonlight hides in trees
perhaps somewhere there lies a deeper truth
the words that fairies told me long ago
magic exists, it’s in what magic does

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Autumn Days

Posted in Poetry on September 19, 2010 by belfastdavid
 

 

I step out into freshness
of a September morning,
watch as sunlight
bruises the crest of the moor,
luminesces purple
of heather in bloom,

drive on, park by the prom,
walk along the beach,
deserted at this time of day,
pick up a piece of driftwood,
write I am
in big letters in the sand.

I will no longer be
when the tide comes in,
but later, back at home,
as night gathers close
around my window,
I will smile.

Possibilities

Posted in Poetry on September 16, 2010 by belfastdavid

Among the hedgerows
which form the edges
of the mundanity
making up my life
hide possibilities.

It behoves me then
to stay awake, aware,
walk with my head
held up, look around,
pause along the way

for possibilities,
from time to time,
spark into life,
catch my attention,
make a difference.

Stones

Posted in Poetry on September 10, 2010 by belfastdavid

I walk along the foreshore
at the side of Belfast Lough,
search through the stones
for ideal size and shape;
flat, round, just a little weight.

I wonder if the stones I find
are those I’ve found before,
washed up again
by movement
of the tide.

Each stone contains
a memory; I savour;
heft it gently
in my hand,
set it free,
watch it skim.

I count the skips,
still searching
for the perfect throw;
and as the stones
sink one by one
each memory recedes.

Self Portrait

Posted in Poetry on September 3, 2010 by belfastdavid
 
 
The hill outside my house
gets steeper by the day,
deep breaths required
before I start to climb;

when I reach the top
I find a convenient wall,
sit, reward myself
with a relieving cigarette;

check my bag to ensure
I have got all I need;
writing tablet, pen, glasses,
extra pen just in case;

wonder whether I have
left the balcony door open,
consider going back to check;
the hill deters me;

walk on, get nearly
to my destination, realise
I have left my bag
on the wall; go back,

hurriedly, am re-united
with my bag. Is it possible,
I think, I am losing
cells from my brain;

take my symptoms to the doctor,
he considers, consults
a colleague, declares
himself flummoxed;

good word – flummoxed,
old-fashioned word,
I have a liking
for old-fashioned words;

talk to my son,
who knows me rather better,
he is not flummoxed,
nor am I really.