The day of walking by the lake with Thoughts on Epitaph my sunglasses also broke. It happened first, as did the idea for this; a poem about being kept in the dark.
It’s always good to plan ahead. I thought of this while out for a walk by the lake on a beautifully perfect sunny summer’s day. Gothic to the last.
Inspired by a Facebook post and comment I saw while out for a scroll earlier today.
This poem is inspired by one written a few weeks ago: Hollywood
Hollywood relied on a play of words to say something concise about a serious subject.
It also used a ‘playground metre’ to give it a ring-of-roses feel; the hope being to replicate the flippancy frequently shown dark matters. Continue reading
A poem about Hollywood and the events recently in the spotlight there. Events present from its conception. Events present every and any where else too. Even way back before anyone ever knew films could be made or that there’d be a whole town dedicated to doing so when they could. Continue reading
This is a poem about going for a walk that leads to reflection on youth’s cruel ebb, being devastated by it and then humbly coming to terms with the injustices of fate. Continue reading