Sketchbooks and Writing Poetry In Them.

I often doodle where I write, or write where I doodle. They seem to work off of each other, help me to find direction. Never do I draw too ambitiously when searching for ideas, the things above took little more than ten minutes. However I implore anyone who writes to draw and vice versa, I’m certain you’ll do better for it. If nothing else it focuses your mind and starts to fill the daunting white page.

Poetry: Dots On A Timeline

A thousand revolts stuck in history
know and unknown alike.
Blood spilt to avoid our own injury,
To keep our minds childlike.

I could be a sweet sparrow
traverse the endless blue,
never have I felt the cloud’s arrows,
seen an owl or thanked a horseshoe.

Instead I’ll wander through an endless wood,
in search of past Gods, beasts and men,
feel guilt in not accepting my freedom
only to realise I’m stuck in a corporate den.

Haiku: Desire

         A sweet way with words,

an addiction to strangers.

                         

                          Oh to be alone…

Haiku: Love Is Hate

                                    Wedding ring for sale,

                                   clean only on the inside.

                                    Found in post-mortem.

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