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?
*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.
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
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
it’s the same.
We are blind.
Blind to the wasted minutes
We are liars.
Liars, we feign acceptance
we’re still steeped
We are alone.
Alone and isolated
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.