I Have No Need

I have no need of poesy's arduous thees or thous.

Rather I write with urgency, of me, of you, of now.

A blind man in the gutter, can look a bad man in the eye,

And by each subtle stutter,

Tell honesty from a lie.

No need have I of novels,

Those ambient, well-worn books,

Filled with men who grovel

And baser, low-down crooks.

My energies are draining,

I feel my life blood sap,

‘til, waiting by the window,

I hear the curs’d tip-tap.

Hot rain reflects my feelings

As the tears run down my face

Her words, they sent me reeling

But life proceeds apace.

I miss her gentle touch, her soothing voice,

The tender curl of her gorgeous lips

As she smiles that warm and knowing smile.

I miss the bliss of knowing she’ll be there

To catch me when I fall, no matter where.

And now to learn she found it all a lie,

A blip, a time to cast off and forget,

Is painful, as I watch love wilt and die

And thank the Lord there’s nothing I regret.

I’m doing all I can to carry on,

To keep the pecker up and soldier through.

But life is not so easy once love’s gone

And all you thought you had is proved untrue.

Nonetheless I must march onwards,

Through emotional sleet and snows

And hope I emerge a better man

Who prospers, learns, and grows.

I have not the moral fortitude to take the noble route

And even if I had a gun, would not know how to shoot.

My thoughts, they are all jumbled as I paper over cracks

And pray against all hope that one day she’ll come back.

Haiku?

Containing one's thoughts
In seventeen syllables
Is not always easy.

Razor

Water, a sink, and a crude cutting implement.

As the lather goes on, the blade's moment is imminent.

Warm metal on wet skin.

One deft flick and it's over.

One small slip and it's over.

Fluid ribbons of bright crimson

Create a balm of smooth viscosity.

Hello once more, old friends.

First of all, an apology. I am sorry to say that I have neglected this blog for too long now.

I have been somewhat remiss over the past two years, scribbling away ideas, poems, short stories, and plans for longer works (and a novel), but not posting anything on here. The primary reason for this abject absence is probably that the last couple of years have been a time of immense change and turmoil, of sad ends and fresh beginnings, of love and of loss.

In fact, it is the latter that brings me here once more. I have recently suffered the most agonising heartbreak I hope ever to face, and my coping mechanism has been to turn to the blank page and release my most pressing and intimate feelings onto paper. For very obvious reasons, the majority of this rather personal material will remain in the pages of my notebook, but it has spurred me on to return to my all too neglected blog, as part of a concerted push to improve my creative output.

So, once again,  here goes, I'll dive in, pen in hand, dipping pink toes in that inky-blue sand.

J
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