Words are very powerful tools, they are the means to many different ends. I like the spoken word because you can give it strength and meaning above its worth with an inflection or look. Equally, the kindest written phrase can bring anger or hatred when used or received with the wrong intent.
When I write, I try to use the available words to their utmost, but in the end, it is the reader that is the one who decides the meaning and intent, and how relevant it is to them.
I grew up in a very loving working class home. After serving an apprenticship as a Stonemason, I joined the British Army. After a total of 18 years service I decided to try 'civi street'. It was a big shock. I have always written, right from when I could hold a pencil and make sense of what I was writing. Most of my work comes from experiences in the Army or as a BiPolar sufferer. I write mainly for myself but have discovered that some of my 'work', hits a chord with others. Hence my placing the poems here.
What does the word love
conjure in your mind?
Hearts, flowers, joy,
and does it make you blind?
...
What fragile bauble
is my heart.
So freely given and,
so quickly, broken apart.
...
My thoughts howling round my head,
like the storm raging outside the window.
Will I end like the tree,
ripped and smashed from earthly anchor?
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