I should have realised
There’s something a little off
Everyone knew how
Inate instructions calling time
Picking up the rules and the rhyme.
No one told me the rules of the game
Or even that we were playing, with
No choice but to play.
I learnt the rules, or a strange
Version thereof from
Because nobody bothered to sit down
And explain the rules of the game, or
that I had to play.
So when i say or do
The wrong thing, try remembering
You knew the rules, how to act, interact, react,
And I’m still learning with every book I read.
I wrote a poem last night, it’s had some compliments from a number of people. I’m quite pleased with the metaphor and hopefully it gets the message across.
And I’m not doing it this year. I want to focus on finishing my novel and editing the first two if I get the chance, plus I’m helping a friend by editing her novel and I have that MA to study for.
However, as a treat I’ve written a poem. I came up with this one early this morning, blame lack of sleep if it’s terrible.
I have questions, by Rosemarie Cawkwell
I have questions, about the universe mainly.…
I’ve always wanted to know, but no one will tell me,
If the universe is expanding, what is it expanding in to?
If I stood on the bow wave of spacetime, what would I see?
What is the Void, Nothingness, Infinity?
If I stood in the Void, which isn’t possible,
And looked back at our Universe, what would I see?
A perfect sphere, uniform,
A ball of spacetime rolling through the Void,
Or a splat spreading out at different rates.
Would I see other universes rolling through the Void?
Bumping in to ours as both expand?
I have so many questions, and nobody will answer them for me.
I actually have spent at least two decades trying to work out what the universe is expanding in to and I’ve yet to get an answer from anyone. I’m reading a book at the minute called ‘The Substance of Spacetime’ (I’ll be reviewing it next week, possibly, depends on how busy I get) and I still haven’t got my answers.
Good luck to everyone doing NaNoWriMo this year, I know that some of my fellow MA students are also taking on the challenge whilst studying and I wish them all the best.
And I forgot to put the recycling boxes out again.
I think I might go back to sleep.
I get poetic when I can’t sleep, apparently, so here’s an acrostic poem about anxiety.Continue reading “Middle of the night”
The first night is here;
The first of twelve days and nights when the world stands still.Continue reading “Yule”
Not that I want to make excuses, but I’m knackered. This new work schedule and my infection has knocked me for six.
Continue reading “I’m not having a lot of success with this poetry thing.”
It’s been a few days since I felt able to write poetry but I think I’ve got something forming.Continue reading “NaPoWriMo day 23”
Another rough draft. I really should make more effort to polish these poems up before I publish them. I suppose it’s the nature of something like NaPoWriMo, the purpose is, for me at least, to stir my creativity. I haven’t had a lot of success.Continue reading “NaPoWriMo day 19”
NaPoWriMo continues apace and I have a new poem for today.Continue reading “An Ode in Praise of Tea”