Another new poem

This is a new poem. I seem to be on a poetry-writing streak at the moment.

poetry is my heartbeat
essential
necessary
words are my blood
constantly moving through me
my fingers snap with the rhythm
my feet move to the beat
my brain flickers with phrases
they spurt onto paper
uncontrolled

poetry is my breath
keeping me alive
i move through a sea of words
diving here is second nature
i swim to the shore
pearly poem clutched between my teeth
spit it triumphantly onto the sand
and immediately swim back out
in search of another

© bardofupton 2019

A new poem

This is a new poem.

some poems strike like lightning
straight onto the page
some poems trickle like drops of water
slowly filling the paper
some poems are made word by word
like building a wall of letters
some poems blaze fleetingly through the mind
leaving you groping for their beauty
some poems reveal themselves shyly
blossoming over time

i’ve written them all
the easy the simple the time-consuming
the painfully extracted and the meticulously crafted
have all flowed – eventually – from my pen
and this one embodies them all

© bardofupton 2019

A new poem

This was inspired by the fog, or at least it started out that way.

adrift in mist
floating in fog
i feel suspended in time
out of place
positively unmoored
or unmoored positively
open to possibilities, time and space
luminous and emergent
lucid and incandescent
metamorphosing second by second
from one self to another
and yet the same
dissolving and reconstituting
i create myself by an act of will
embodying my identity
i become, i am, i was, i will be
my many sides fit together into the puzzle of myself
i coalesce
and step forth
reborn remade
into myself

© bardofupton 2019

Poetry review: introduction

This is going to be a fortnightly feature wherein I review a poem, the idea being to get me reading more poetry. I’m going to focus on professionally-published work. Rather than choose an author, I’m going to start by choosing a poem at random from one of the anthologies I have: hopefully this will mean reading some things I wouldn’t necessarily choose myself.

As I’m a bit of a geek, I’m going to use a random number generator to choose my poem: I will choose a number between the first and last page of the anthology, and read the poem on that page. The only exceptions will be if it happens to be a poem I’ve already discussed in my Favourite Poems or Reading Project series, or if it ends up being a repeat.

© bardofupton 2019

detritus (poem)

This is a new poem.

a single leaf
in the middle of the corridor
lonely
and far from home

discarded duvet
in the street
wet
and muddy

a flattened can
in the middle of the road
crushed
beyond repair

items misplaced
and discarded

scattered scraps
isolate
seem to signify
more than they are

© bardofupton 2018

shy (poem)

This is another new poem.

the lowered voice
trails off
silencing itself
shrinking away
into myself
hiding
making myself small
and swallowing my voice
my anger fear despair grief
trying not to offend
not to take up space
not to be myself
because i feel myself undeserving
unlovable
and deeply wrong
unworthy of love
or friendship
capable only of loneliness
and afraid
of love

© bardofupton 2018

A new poem

This is a new poem.

zipped into dresses and strapped into shoes
trapped in frills and girly things
but I’m not a girl! I think
or a boy
but unaware of alternatives (then)

without a word for what I am
it would take years to claim it
to know it
to truly become it

every day a little closer
every breath a little freer
with every heartbeat I metamorphose a little
changing into myself

a truer version
more solid more real
more me
carving my way out from the inside
revelation in skin and bones, hair and muscle
slowly rising into view from the depths of myself
sometimes understated sometimes in your face
but always always me

my clothes do not make me
but sometimes they empower me
and sometimes they confine
because society loves its boxes

the message you read is not the message I send
and you cannot speak the dialect I use
if you cannot understand me that does not make me wrong
just different
just other
just me

© bardofupton 2018

Another poem about pain

This is another new poem.

moments of joy even in the dark
or smiling during the pain
a feather’s lighter than a brick
and yet, it balances
a single flash of happiness counters the pain
giving me strength to endure
because
after all
there’s still beauty
there’s still love
there’s more than bone-deep agony
there’s sunshine even in deepest winter

one bright flash of joy
like a half-glimpsed bird’s wing
reminds me there’s more than the insularity of pain
outside of me is the world i’m still a part of

pain steals breath like beauty does
same reaction opposed causes
tangled twisted round each other
so close i can’t separate them

sometimes life rises like a hydra from a lake
sudden and shocking and shattering
piercing the fog of my pain
and sometimes it recedes
obscured by agony
but
nevertheless
still
always
there

© bardofupton 2018

Fragments (poems)

Some of these are old, some new. These are all things that I don’t think are going to turn into proper poems, but I like too much to discard.

———–

slivers and laughter
I shattered like glass
aground on the wreck of your love

———–

gleaming droplets trembling on orange petals
flowers after rain

———–
it’s bouncing off walls
and slamming closed doors

© bardofupton 2018

A poem on the subject of autumn

This is another new one.

wet leaves on paving slabs
dissolving slowly to mush
autumn chill on my ungloved fingers
unprepared for rain

dry golden brown leaves
crunching slowly underfoot
the sun’s low angle
the lengthening nights

autumn enfolds me
flips warm to cold in moments
today sun
yesterday rain and fog
tomorrow uncertain
heading towards winter’s aching bones
and far from the heat of summer

© bardofupton 2018