Dance#

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Dance!

Now is the time

Now is the time

© K.N.Liddington

Writer’s notes: In a global political and economic climate where it is easy to be rejected, fearful, oppressed or misinformed… we can be encouraged to build the walls up between us, to let our differences divide us. We do need to build, not walls… but a better community, a better understanding of each other, and most of all a better future based on equal rights for all.  Isn’t it time for that already?

Fissures

Fissures Garamond

*Writer’s notes: This piece is part of an ongoing French poetry series this year, designed to push my limits as a writer and diversify my content. This poem relies on the feelings of fear and love and imagines their consequences when juxtaposed.

Hors Système

In any age

a writer may say

“It’s gone too far

we have lost our way.”

Though it was always true

it’s ne’er been truer

than today.

 

We swap friendship for facebook?

We trade love for tinder?

What have we become?

Have we come undone?

 

We are numb.

Numb to the suffering

and the pain

‘cos on the news

day in

day out

it’s the same.

 

We are blind.

Blind to the wasted minutes

and hours

that erode

our time

that erode

our life.

 

We are liars.

Liars, we feign acceptance

and equality

when really

we’re still steeped

in violence

and poverty.

 

We are alone.

Alone and isolated

we pray

a device will give us value

but it’s too late

you’re no longer you.

 

Well, as a writer of today

let me say

we’ve gone too far.

we have lost our way.

© K.N.Liddington

 

*Writer’s notes:

This piece is a social commentary reacting to our desensitization, isolation and misinformation. All such pieces are written with a view to expressing dissatisfaction with the faults of our society and encouraging readers to question our routines, our truths for the hope of a better future. The title is French ‘hors’ meaning in this instance apart from or separate from the system.

My Friend Tyler

I had a friend called Tyler

Tyler liked to rewrite the sky

Tyler liked to live, fight and die.

 

My friend Tyler made sense

down with fathers and God

burn the ground they trod.

 

Tyler knew how to break rules

fight, bleed to beat the system

pillage it and make them listen.

 

My first fight was with Tyler

I hit him too hard in the ear

he swung back with a sneer.

 

I met Tyler in a dream of nothing

despairing a routine existence

Tyler became my resistance.

 

Tyler made purpose simple

challenge every moment

or die without atonement.

© K.N.Liddington

 

*Writer’s notes:

This piece was inspired by Chuck Palahniuk’s book ‘Fight Club’ and the film adaptation of the same name directed by David Fincher. Part of a project to write a series on influential films and literature.

Writer’s Delight

Oh, to be naked and writing by the beach

to hear the summer wind’s winnowing plea.

Basking in white heat alone atop the dunes

safe to savour the siren of the wave’s tunes.

 

Squinting in sun my eyes upon the horizon feast;

endless expanses of blue from the west to the east.

A place beyond memory or ticking, tocking time

without judgment for all the wicked sins of mine.

 

…oh, to be naked and writing again beside the sea

to feel the breeze once more kissing my long locks free.

 

© K.N.Liddington

 

 

*Writer’s notes:

This piece was written on holiday last year, as the poem suggests, at one with nature in a secluded spot on a beach, in beautifully bright Gran Canaria. Revised and edited for reflective effect.

 

 

Friendship

I only have to open my eyes,

to see the friends at my side,

feel the warmth in their hearts,

so, this friendship poem starts.

 

Thank you, thank you and thank you,

for always being faithful and true…

I don’t know where I’d be without you,

you brought me in from the blue.

 

Your kind words of encouragement,

nourish my hopes for achievement.

Your careful and considered advice

comes open-minded without a price.

 

I love you all dear friends – my family,

long may we continue so happily.

 

© K.N.Liddington