Posts Tagged Writing

The poetry archives #5…

Everything is usual, me welcoming the silence, the non-presence of communication which only ignites imagination and then initiates inner pleasure soothing me towards deep spirituality.  I planted dreams a long time ago, and now in this strange season I plant goals, then reap achievements. These seasons have changed dramatically, the world seems eccentric and I have […]

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Daily Word Prompt – Superior…

From my 2014 poem, ‘Epitaph’… We died tonightDied when darkness covered the blue skyDied when the moon put on her bright white gown and sat upon herthroneDied when the stars claimed their nightly territoriesAs the sun slept after her twelve hour laborWe died tonight We died when we hid from the revelries of the worldDied […]

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The poetry archives #4…

There was a pause in that continuum Nothing was dark Nothing was horrible And the soul was relieved of many burdens I thought I’d cast away the misconceptions, uncertainties and inconsistencies I thought I’d rid the wearied soul of supposed abominations Then grab the opportunities and chances floating around Maybe then I’d accept the well wishes and good old fashioned luck I liked […]

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The poetry archives #3…

I’m going to bury myself, maybe on the front lawn, maybe at the end of today. I’m going to write my obituary and a eulogy whilst waiting for myself to fall asleep, then I’m going to ignore me, push me aside, and think about life and time and seasons. I’ll disregard the darkness in my […]

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The poetry archives #2…

I’m not listening And I don’t want to answer I don’t like this type of silence And everything that was near is now distant And now it’s getting dark Night is approaching Darkness is swallowing But I still won’t listen to any sounds…  © mvclarke, July 2017 Previously posted on ‘FMD’, July 5th, 2017: https://formuchdeliberation.wordpress.com/2017/07/05/from-my-observatory-20170705/

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The poetry archives #1…

The absence of choices in many dimensions And a lack of spirit With an unpardonable sun shining Persistently And I can’t get away from it Since I can’t make any decision in any current matter And financially every iota slowly dwindles And my spirit seems to sleep And my reality is occupied with the stories of people I don’t know Whilst this sense of […]

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Local opinion article published June 23rd, “The colour of time: On pride”…

In keeping with my promise to occasionally publish local articles, I’m posting this opinion article published in Sunday’s Newsday newspaper where the writer presents a brief exploration on the effects of time eventually intermingled with colours… Enjoy it here: https://newsday.co.tt/2019/06/23/the-colour-of-time-on-pride/

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morning, feelings, imagination…

like a spiritual mist engulfing me emotion unspeakable with an unchangeable air penetrating pores as rain falling from the palms of my hands sounds reverberating in my head with aspects of spirit with unutterable words as breezes soothing my body, enriching my atmosphere vibrating in the midst of this nature that sustains me… © mvclarke, […]

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just 7 words…

…listening to the sounds of this moment…

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in a midst of renewal…

i’m stepping inside myself removing my mind from these ordinary things around me from these dark spaces existing at the edge of my sanity i’m dreaming gazing out from my thoughts in the midst of mind to poems hidden in some forgotten part of memory away from the normalcies that try to devour me i’m […]

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constellations 20190518…

searching and with impatience turning pages searching for thoughts and ideas looking for messages and dreams somewhere within a darkness in my mind somewhere without ordinary reason with impatience… ‘these unseen constellations’ © mvclarke, 31 May 2019

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constellations 20190517…

to gather leaves in blackness as though i’m trying to gather leaves on a wet and windy day with lots of black lights trying to devour any iota of me until i rise above this confused atmosphere… ‘these unseen constellations’ © mvclarke, 31 May 2019

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constellations 20190516…

interpreting illumination i’m here mind illuminated fingers ready to write under stars and sounds lights glowing in dark daytime at any hour illuminating thoughts… ‘these unseen constellations’ © mvclarke, 31 May 2019

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constellations 20190515…

wanting to populate the emptiness of a landscape sweat and tears for nothingness and unaccomplishment for another day with thoughts and dreams shattered scattered in valleys, on mountaintops scattered like debris on seashores. this mind is stagnant is overwhelmed with fright, with fear from the past, from this present blood dried, bones brittle and no […]

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constellations 20190514…

leaving the old, moving towards the new i think i’ll leave it behind the thoughts and things that keep me from writing, from dreaming about something significantly simple, about beauties and little good things in life. i think i’ll leave sadness behind me the darkness, the nightmares that follow me anywhere, anyday, in any atmosphere. […]

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constellations 20190513…

my mind is at a sort of standstill and i’m not responding to ordinary things skies, stars, seas, suns and my consciousness unresponsive functioning only outside the usual operation times with irregular methods in white rooms with machines i can’t understand with sounds i can’t interpret with a constant beep and a hum that reminds […]

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constellations 20190512…

analysing sometimes in a few words sometimes i reject my thoughts or my words sometimes i reject my own mind or imagination and i stand all alone staring at myself searching for new things from somewhere within myself… ‘these unseen constellations’ © mvclarke, 23 May 2019

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constellations 20190511…

thoughts of songs and mental change in a few words i sang to myself alone feeling myself dying in this normalcy sick pregnant with my own grief here dying lacking any energy to move… but i sang to myself trying to breathe life into my own lungs to create some sort of newness in my […]

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