Nearly Moon

The farfetched moon,
a moron,
nearly rotund

and neurotic – its light
miraculous,
an endogenous crescent.

Mulling over this
fraud with its farfetched
parabolic saga.

Tone of the May Supermoon

Flower moon / hare moon /
mother’s moon / corn planting moon / milk moon –
who is telling the truth?

Speech illuminating
and cream of the
last trios.

With a supermoon this bright
it would seem impossible to cast doubt’s darkness,
but there are those well versed in deceit.

Final for this year,
but only in its
roundness and this perigee.

Technically, to be
what is, it must practise the least
physical distancing.

The brightest
superlative: flowers and bloom
and hopefulness.

It is the tone that makes an
honest moon, especially when heard for
what is rather than imagined.

Political Moonshot

The moon does
have its own pull, more poetic lore
than its iron core

and a gravity formed
from the debris of its astronomical
birth; more like

another mutant
on the block of hopeless metaphor.
We have been before

because it is,
and within a shot as achievable
as that is too:

I mean,
phenomenal. So this terrestrial aim
is no more than name in

being unfeasible,
more like a photo op than an orbit
to attain, more Luna

than the tic
toc of a countdown that will fail;
poetry that rhymes

just for how it sounds.
There is no fury, and the bare bore
is just this.

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Glasto eels
generate alternative waves
of psychoactive bliss

via alfresco
piss – ravers who spent in psychedelic
woods where

rivers flow by
as receptacles to abjure
porta-loos and

human queues
in an eco-system now drugged
and ecstatic.

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The story behind the poem here.

The sails are
down, the last dead flies held until
this fall,

and September’s
grey light can now illuminate a space
unhindered.

No Mariner or
other figure passes this way today –
the stunted

discarded too,
along with what is over-long and the
unnecessary

profligacy in
their growing. Other shades have been
wrapped and

bagged for
storage, opening up a further vista
on the outdoors.

This dialectic
between each person and the
architecture of stone

and dreams;
cladding that ignites at a spark
of individual desire.

Who knew investment
was inflammable? Who knew
how urban uprisings

would fan flames
from an inhabitant’s hope for a life?
Deep feelings

about place
are roadmaps within a sprawl of
construction as solid

as history in
structures that need rewriting.
And anthropomorphism

is no answer to
questions of permanence: the
body dies;

walls crumble –
resuscitation and rebuild are
poles apart

in potential.
The politics of greed have dug
more graves than

built havens.
High rise / swing low / carry
the weight.

National Poetry Day is (or should be) about writing poems rather than ‘choose’ a poem, though with the theme this year being Choice, the verb selection is understandable. I will therefore choose the following poem as a prime example for exemplifying the theme:

But back to writing a poem: I have posted creative writing resources for this year’s NPD on my companion site Copycat Creative Writing here. These focus on the use of erasure for writing poems for the theme and are avalable as free pdf downloads. I may well add a few more over the coming days, but only because I have started producing my own for the theme/day. Otherwise, I have kept the focus quite straightforward and encourage teachers (and everyone) to adapt to their own needs and preferences.

Pleased to have another from my found poem collection &there4 at International Times, with thanks to IT and Rupert. Read the ‘mathematical’ poem here. Check out Paul Sutton’s poem when visiting the site and other postings today.

These Orchids Have
Descended is a precursor to
The Gelded, two

narratives where
figurative meaning is the data
for recording loss

and survival in the
‘-ectomy’ of what has been removed
being attached at the end.

As the story goes,
there are those who think an ID for
people’s vaccinations

threatens liberties,
but to have your knackers taken? Covid
is bollocks for the

anti-brigade, but
here is a masterclass in equine registration
to prove a need –

one microchip records
two testicles taken, where humans flinch at
two picks in an arm

to save theirs
(or its equivalence). When horses
neigh it is not a refusal,

just real pain,
but it is about controlling things
for continuing.

More single ‘photobook’ copies – an inexpensive way to have a hardback copy of work to keep, and to see what it could look like published (the cheapness is only ever on ‘offer’ for an individual copy, whoever the supplier).

I’d want the internal print size larger, but &there4 would look good.

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