Reading a few of my poems at an arts festival this weekend … excited, nervous, unsure … first time I will be reading my poems in a public domain, exposing my thoughts, emotions and journey to strangers, in person. Totally different feeling from posting them online or reading to a friend now and again. Possibly the next step in me moving into a more “serious” position on my writings. 😱📖🤔
Selected 5 poems to read (doing some practice readings) , will gauge the audience a see how many they can handle.
at the centre of his imagination
all is blurred or veiled
this continual tussle between
reveal or shadow
inevitably creating a journey of suspense
allowing for at times,
no resolution or closure
retreating into these lost shadows
this private reticence
of an untold, nay oft told story
out of sight, off camera
might become an annoyance
but is it not the journey
rather than that, never reached destination
that casts the longer shadow
and matters more?
life, for what purposeto what end do we exist, or do we?dwelling in the pain of human finitudewith transient joys, to what enddo not the beasts of the field have more purpose?finding happiness and meaning,is it even possible in their worldcan we even control what matters?a reason and a season for this perpetual autumnmy dreams are as stormy clouds, fast approachingyet tomorrow never arrivesfor we are destined to shuffle on and offwe live, we die, we know not whywhat is this lifeis it even meant to have meaning?breath, eat, love, shit, workand then …..
Have been based on the Red Sea in KSA since June. The desert scenery is vast, breathtaking, desolate and beautiful. I have been going for sunrise runs/cycles across the barren plains and coast, feeling the morning heat rising and the humidity been burnt off as the wind slowly picks up, drying out everything, including my sweat soaked training gear and drying the sweat on my body. Here are some of the photo’s, taken with my Huawei P40 Pro, and amazing camera phone. More to follow … … as, thanks to COVID I am still here for a few more months.
how long must one endure?giving up not coz I don’t carebut because others don’tI’ve fuckin’ had enoughstepping back from life’s bullshitfighting a losing battletrying not to lose warby losing the battlehow deep must one dig?until you find it all,then to discovermaybe you still do….