Writing

Poetic Motivations:71

Poetic Motivations-71

Laundering

Poetic Beats

Welcome to this week’s Poetic Beats with Howard Bond and Davy D recorded on the 20th of November 2017 on Red Kite Radio.

In this weeks show we look at Davy D’s poem, Laundering, and consider the similarities between ironing and writing poetry. There is also some delving into the criminal world, which provides the title for the poem.

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Laundering.

Subtle shifting from the laundry basket

interrupts the flow. Soon, steam eats crease

leaving behind perfect fabric. Cotton

has the same soft touch as paper, movements

between iron and pen geometric

and mirrored. Despite the complexity

ironing and poetry move in a

similar vein of line and precision.

Both processes designed to bring pleasure

to those willing to dabble in Dark Art.

 

© Davy D 2017

 

Unfinished

Unfinished

Poetic Motivations: 55

Poetic Motivations_55

Poets and Death

Poets and Death

Poetic Motivations:38

Poetic Motivations_38

Chasing Butterflies

Chasing Butterflies

An array of Cabbage White and
Red Admiral bask on lavender,
Teasing a pen to paper.

Cupped hands chase air – the
Butterfly nurtured to move
Beyond arms reach, leaving
A brain derelict for description.

Exhausted,
All that’s left
Are vague shadows and
Scribbles on a half empty page.

© Davy D 2017

Limericks

Limericks

Poetic Motivations:37

Poetic Motivations_37

Why I Write Poetry

Why I write Poetry

 

Fragments are scattered across the glass table,
Their fragility enticing order.
There are no completed pictures
For guidance, only part read
Manuals cluttering dusty shelves.

No one has worked out the
Exact number of pieces and
Most attempts to fathom are fleeting.

Those remaining, experience
The slice of the scalpel, opening
To the core and laying
Them bare to investment.

When the puzzle is solved,
Poetry dies.

© Davy D 2017