Tag: Music

Cello

July 31, 2019

Monster
of soul
whose elegant
vibrations of air
reach in
to touch

I breathe
your cruelty
to find
a desire for her touch
vibrating within
my empty soul.

Those sounds

June 18, 2019

Oh but those sounds
they bring a certain
kind of something
to my soul

I close my eyes
and drift
upon each note
as itself
drifts

and there outside
the rain has ceased
almost as if
the clouds wish to listen
by reaching down
to become mist
to nestle against my windows
to glean
and so soften the night
as this music
softens and warms my emotions

until I myself
become the rain.

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I bought two CDs today by Ludovico Einaudi and they touched me.

W.O.L.F

December 6, 2016

Hello everyone!

I’ve not been on WordPress for a while, work has been rather hectic and tiring these past couple of months. I have plenty of your email posts to catch up with too!

Now, you may be wondering what W.O.L.F stands for in the title. Let me shed some light and give you some exciting and also terrifying news too.

My home town of Wolverhampton is hosting its first ever literature festival on Friday 27th January to Sunday 29th January 2017 and it’s called:

Wolverhampton Original Literature Festival

I was asked if I would like to read some of my poetry and I must say I was rather apprehensive but I said yes! So on Saturday the 28th January 2017 at 4.15pm me and four other writers are sharing a two hour slot and we’ll each have about 20 minutes reading time.

It’s a really exciting thing to be a part of but also I am quite terrified about it all! I’ve got a headache just thinking about it but I want to do it, I reckon it will be fun 🙂

This is where it’s happening and the other four performers: Arun Kapur, Abda Khan, Romalyn Ante and Sabbi Kaur

http://www.wolvesliteraturefestival.co.uk/arun-kapur/4593335808

YIKES! And I thought Open Mic Nights in my local pub were scary!

Do not forget the ashes of flame

December 27, 2014

Poem #52
Written for Jo Bell’s 52: Write a poem a week and the theme is … A leave-taking

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Do not forget the ashes of flame of once a wandering summer’s rain
Do not forget the simple times when magic of life sings in rhyme
Do not forget the morning wake when chill is burnt in splendour great
Do not forget the Faerie Queen who danced before you but never seen
Do not forget the troublesome things for without which there’ll be no kings
Do not forget the feather of night of once a wandering moon’s delight
Do not forget the fragile nature when walking through her rising pasture
Do not forget the noble house which beats within your heart to rouse
Do not forget the lighted candle burning its dance of spiritual spangle
Do not forget the rite of time of once a wandering mortal’s climb
Do not forget the children’s story to be read and learned in all its glory
Do not forget the starry tryst when passions burn ‘neath lovers lips
Do not forget the dust of death of once a wandering secret’s breath
Do not forget the tranquil smile as you wave goodbye to this yearly mile
Do not forget the beauty of it all of once a wandering midnight’s door