Category Archives: musings

When We Are All Categorised

When we are all categorised
And government’s eyes
Can find the inner mind.
We, the fool
Will have let scientists rule.
But, perhaps in some places
We will kick over the traces,
And say “no!”, to the rule.

Volumes Fill My Room

Volumes fill my room.
A girl’s sweet perfume
May make me smile
For a little while.

Poetry survives, our brief lives.
Whilst the linger of fingers
From the present time,
Are caught in rhyme

I Cut Bread

I cut bread
And momentarily forget.
Then, a smile, tinged with regret.
You are dead.
There will be
No Labrador nose, to deprive me
Of my tea.

The Philosophical Rake

“Shall I
Let life pass me by?
At night
Comes the pleasure of sinning
With women
Of a rather particular kind.

Yet beyond the delight
Of sinning and women
I find
The night
Where love and lust
Are nought but dust.”

Should Poets Write to be Understood?

Recently, an acquaintance related how her father had given her, and other members of his family a book of poetry he had written. The result? None of the recipients of his gift understood his work.

My acquaintance argues that poets ought to compose poetry their readers are able to comprehend, rather than using obscure metaphors and references to mythology which comparatively few people can understand.

Whilst I agree that poets should not be deliberately obscure, I am of the view that the first duty of a poet is to be true to themselves. It is, undoubtedly odd for poets to deliberately compose obscure poetry (and I am sceptical that many do so). However the fact that a poem or series of poems is difficult to interpret does not imply that the poet deliberately made them so.

One can not converse with the dead. But where one to have this privilege, and where one to be able to ask T. S. Eliot about The Wasteland (which many struggle to interpret), he would, I suspect say that his readers should make an effort to understand his poetry, and that he had to write the poem as he did.

I have not met the father of my acquaintance. But I am in no doubt that he put his heart and soul into his work, and that I for one would feel impertinent where I to say “sir, I don’t understand your work, you should have made it mor comprehensible”.

Seemingly simple poems can be open to interpretation. In my Selected Poems is one entitled Raining. I awoke one morning and, hearing the rain was reminded of mortality. I will die but the rain will continue as it always has.

A reader interpreted the reference to rain as implying sadness and, in particular tears. In fact I love the rain and my poem flowed from a feeling of contentment on my part. We all die but there is continuity and beauty in the eternal rain, and the knowledge of this fills me with joy rather than sorrow.

Ultimately poets must remain true to themselves and not sacrifice their art merely to bough down to the lowest common denominator. I hope that people understand what I write, but I will not change the manner in which I compose my poetry to enhance the understanding of my readers.

As always, I would welcome comments.

The Law of Averages

Given their profession
And the law of averages
It can probably be said
That many are now dead.

A girl writes her confession.
An average memoir
Of lost bras
And the price of vice.

But the dead
Write no memoirs
Of ripped bras
And average men.

Knocking

On awaking to a very loud knocking
I turned to the beautiful Miss Hocking
And said, “’tis time
To indulge in rhyme.
And why is your boyfriend loudly knocking?”

One of My Poems from the Poetry Treasures Anthology

Lonely Train is one of my poems included in Poetry Treasures anthology. Below is a video of me reading Lonely Train, followed by links to the Poetry Treasures anthology.

Book Links:
Universal book links https://books2read.com/u/3n7BDR
Amazon https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0933KSJR9