Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Search for a word The hunt for a gem An unpolished stone will not do A crown sparkling full of sun’s light Nothing less will make this dull poem shine So I investigate the thesaurus as time drifts by Tick
This poem came about as I was thinking of the struggle to find the right word as the pressure of time beats down. That pressure can lead to the mind not working, of drawing a blank and grinding to a halt, unable to progress. Writing needs to be without pressure. I also wanted to play with a constraining form so decided to write a poem where each line has one more word as it progresses downwards. This is the result. What do you think?
Words are watching you They gather your thoughts They tell your secrets They spread lies and state truths They can break a heart They ruin friendships or destroy an evening Beware words They can imprison you or set you free
This poem came about as I was mindlessly watching tv and thinking of the impact that certain people’s words have had on others. It got me thinking about the power of words and how easily they can be misused to create harm.
Words flutter dance and jump leaving magic trails or distorted traces but I don’t write I just doodle with words an idea unfinished a thought half-remembered half-finished a torrent of vocabulary tumbling and crashing fighting to be noticed but I don’t write I just doodle with words a tale incomplete distracted characters in incomplete worlds aimlessly wandering a canvas waiting the final brush perhaps painting-by-numbers is my thing? I don’t write I just doodle words