It's a medium
A written window
To the soul?

Or a jumble of words
A fantasy of authorship
A cry for fame
For the delusional
The failed writer

Poetry - it's like sarcasm...
An escape for those of feeble mind
Perhaps 'the lowest form of wit'

Or just maybe it's words from beyond
A spiritual tour of the subconscious
An open doorway to what lies beneath
A chance to overtly express
An opportunity to speak outside of the norm

Poetry demands patience
From the writer
From the reader...

A poem isn't the product of a day
There is a lifetime
Written in a few sentences
The poem asks us to answer a question
Of ourselves...

Who can fathom that lifetime
Within those few short words
And even fewer minutes..?

Read and try to follow
That which is unfathomable...

Martin Addison – 28/04/2021

Yesterday is written down
Kept for posterity
From Today
True is tarnished
Its ink corroded
A metallic presentation of a past
Controlled records hide fact
With convenient truth
The RAM is corrupted
And the memory is lost
Degraded…

Martin Addison: 28/11/2019

Tomorrow is…
Of that there may be doubt
Oh!, the Crows argue its significance
yet fly from its certainty
for tomorrow is a matter of debate
future lacks substance
unless televised in advance
Time’s arrow diverted and dispelled
As matter dissolves
into tomorrow
and ends
Full Stop…

 

Martin Addison 23/11/2019