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Today in England is National Poetry Day. Therefore, Foxtrot Uniform has decided to publish 3 poems on the theme of reading or writing poetry. So enjoy our short online publication and if you write anything today be sure to share it.
Spontaneous Prose On Reading – By Joshua Cialis
Reading words in water
Cascading from my mouth.
Thoughts are verse
And verse is thought
I – like poets before me – see poetry in everything, from the quick glance of strangers to the beauty of mundane nature and ugly truths falling from autumn trees. There’s something I’d like to see from the outcry of love, like Whitman’s leaves and Ginsberg’s howl. but who am I to judge?
Cause Blake’s voice, godlike, speaks in ancient chimes to carry me – the only reader – to higher climes and I, like he, see beauty in the Tyger and danger in the Lamb.
But crying lightning won’t succeed when I sit and wonder why my latest word won’t sell. So lie with me and sing a song of love ‘cause a multitude of sonnets fall from night time clouds to fall to earth like dew to keep and free you.
And a dull image
Of a dog prays to the moon
In a haiku’s line
Nothing more than I and freedom sit staring at stars who sit and stare back, relentless, not blinking, but connecting in a tangle of lines and words, a cat’s wool and a lover’s mind; nothing but a tangle of fragmented voices praying to those who came before.
Y – by Reece David Merrifield
Y is it so important that I write
Why instead of
Y, because you’ll understand, so
Why is there a distinction between
Y, a letter, now a word, and
Why, just a word, surely
Y is more simple,
Why, I would even suggest you that it saves more time to write
Y, the Spanish are onto something there,
Why can’t we adopt their simplicity,
Y must we be above it all –
I will never know.
The Rhyme – by Holly Royle
The rhyme and rhythm of my heart, best told through words and structure, behold how the page glows.
I write line by line in turn… ah mistakes hinder my yearn for works and words and woes; outpourings of my soul.
These stories trained in lyrical form, these thoughts and emotions, the prose and sonnet dominate the world with wonder. These works a flash of light and thunder, echoing
I wonder, these words can affect us so, I wonder under whose power will we grow.