I have been revising some poems I first sketched out on holiday. I find travelling excellent stimulus for writing, but there is always the long task of shaping your ideas once you have them on paper. This first poem explores this.
at night perhaps
a poem can slip through your fingers
back to wherever it came from
all you are left with
is a page of used ink
This second offering was written in a restaurant in Catalunya. I am a habitual reader of t-shirts, my own usually have an album cover printed on the front.
the back of the man at the next table’s t-shirt declaims
we will rise against society
in bold black lettering
but not until he has finished his meal and paid the bill
Karl Popper was right, change needs to happen in a piecemeal manner if it is to be effective. Perhaps the wearer of the shirt secretly agreed?
Here's some Salif Kieta. At the moment I am playing either African music or Spirit and as last post it was Spirit here's some amazing music from Mali.Until next time.