Poetry Log : 02.11.2017

The poem makes a start and you read what you’ve written, and from this and from what you half have in mind, the next bit comes. […]

Every brushstroke changes the picture. […]

I don’t write many poems, so each one has to be able to keep running, faster than I can, for as long as possible. I can’t do without the autobiographical experiences, whatever happens to them in the subsequent process, however they got together in the first place. […]

The shocks of fear and joy that specific moments seem to carry, for me, are often what matters most. ‘What is really here.’ ‘Nooks and ends.’ A flycatcher. A nest in the hammerbeams. […]

Quotes from R. F. Langley Notes (1994)

An exercise in haiku writing.  A little poetic license, the 5-7-5 structure hasn’t been too slavishly adhered to as I’ve taken an idea for a bit of a walk to build a longer poem.


snow ball  ing hot  aches
hat scarf and gloves a sledge
once meant some  thing

spring sum  mer au  tumn
then win  ter re  mem  ber when
that was how it was

spring a  rrived bring  ing
ant  ici  pa  tion and hope
and warmed the soil

time for ma  king plans
as tight wrapped leaves un furled
mar  king fresh start of things

then spring came ear  ly
no win  ter snow had fall  en
grass grew all year round

we no  ticed the merg  ing
no win  ter chill no spring op  ti  mism
life be  com  ing bland

no win  ter no spring
no seas  on  al var  i  a  tion
one long grow  ing seas  on

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