Category Archives: Ars Poetica

Communion Of Silence – Micropoetry

The briefest of silences
In the collective inhalation
Before the guitars conduct
A communion of celestial
cheers and whistles

Playground Atrophy – Micropoetry

She swings back and forth
sky ground sky ground sky
Tempted to jump like her brothers
Momentum atrophies because
Choice remains

Life In A Sandwich – Micropoetry

A sandwich cut into triangles

Reflective symmetry of order

Yet between the layers

A disordered concoction

But it’s how he liked his life

 

Spinning Silken Answers – Micro Poetry

I have always loved the creative marvel that is a spider’s web; intricate and delicate, while strong and resilient. It is easily broken, and easily repaired, yet not without cost to the spider. It is a wonderful construction and a sign of decay and decrepitude.

These ideas sparked this poem.

Plucking at the spider’s web

Of silken strength

Elegant engineering

A sign of abandonment

And decay

She walks home with answers

Glass Jar of Tadpoles – Micropoetry

Glass jar of tadpoles
Wriggling and writhing
Curiosity’s metamorphosis
Into nomenclature and sequence
Losing the art of play

Sometimes prose is limiting, even more limited by 140 characters, but poetry can open up the ideas with fewer words and more imagery. I began this as a Very Short Story on twitter but modified it to a poem to get my idea across.

The Tap (Very Short Fiction)

He watched the tap dripping, spanner in hand while his thumb rubbed against his wedding band. To fix the leak would destroy the charm.
Twitfic, twitter fiction, is a challenge to write a story in 140 characters or less.
Is it really a story?
Can you have a beginning, a middle and an end in such a tightly defined space?
It’s taking a snapshot of a moment within a narrative, a held breath implying the breadth and depth of the narrative within a few short sentences.
Last year I tried my hand at a few, The Slap and Polaroid Memories, and will continue to write and post them here on the blog.
Giving parameters to your creativity can liberate your thinking and provide new opportunities to produce new work.
Have a go at writing one yourself.
Post them in the comments.

Walking Lonely

The walk of the lonely brushes
shoulders with the multitudes
contact without connection
as silence walks besides
hand on shoulder

The Mirror

The Mirror

I will stand in front of the mirror

And stare at my reflection.

It will talk of things that are

Of necessity, at once always true.

I will talk of things that are

Of necessity, of course, never true.

The Mirror

Inspired by a quote from Bas Jan Ader, Dutch performance and conceptual artist, when reading James Roy’s blog, “Head Vs Desk.”

Folded Peace – A Poem

Folded Peace

Folded Peace

Were I to fold one thousand pages

Into one thousand cranes

Will I have erased enough

Print onto my fingers

That I may wash it away?

 

I fold despair into wings

 

Each page I fold

Is a prayer for peace

A flock tied like a kite’s tail

To let serenity slipstream

Over a tattered fringe of feathers

 

And give flight to hope

Tempest’s Questions – A Poem

Tempest’s Questions

Tempest's Questions

In the darkness

of the tempest

twixt Faith and Doubt

who dares wake the

sleeper in the prow?