There’s a poetry in the skiesAs the clouds go racing byGrey and whiteTorn by the bluster of the windSpat out and piling highThen scatteredDark over light Coming from afarWell writtenVerse over verseLine after lineGod has spokenIn iambic pentameter In rhythm In proseAn expression so wholeAs to tell the storyComplete for all to readEvery last detail … Continue reading Poetry
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Monday Musing
Hi Pogue, A while back I sent you a postcard on which I wrote a quote that I had happened upon and it struck a chord. It said: A society grows when old men plant trees that they will never live to sit under. And today I’ve spent my second day in Japan walking around … Continue reading Monday Musing
I Forget
I forget more than I rememberSometimes genius is lost along the pathAs I wander with no particular directionThrough the woodsAnd through my thoughtsThere’s so much I want to knowTo untangle with my mindBut a creature on the path breaks my attentionAnd the thread is snatched away Like a kite freed on the windI no longer … Continue reading I Forget
Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Hi Pogue, Rock on! This week I’ve been listening to the music of Carlos Santana, particularly the Supernatural and Sharman albums. I’ve enjoyed the music of Santana for many years and bought a number of albums but there came a point when the tracks were becoming somewhat repetitive and, well, there was nothing new. So … Continue reading Songs To Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Songs Too Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Pogue, I have a favourite bench in the woods where I walk. To get there I have to climb across two or three fields, walk up a gully and there it is, surrounded by aged trees. Where’s the song in that? Well it is a place of peace and solitude that I come to, often … Continue reading Songs Too Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Nothing
Sometimes there’s nothing to sayBut the desire to say something is strongThe need to create rises up insideAgainst the fear that all is lostThen I’ll just write whatever I findIn the belief inspiration will come Sometimes there’s nothing to sayI have no wisdom to giveAnd despite the need for an answerThe need for some hopeAll … Continue reading Nothing
Monday Musing
Morning Pogue, And a cold one it is🥶. But the sky’s clear and there is a stillness in the air which is welcoming. So much we get for free, everyday, that I’m sure goes unnoticed. And here’s my musing which arose from a walk I took in the woods yesterday. I am blessed in so … Continue reading Monday Musing
My Pocket
There’s a poet in my pocketI think she’s rather quaint,She smiles like an angelAnd makes me feel a saint.She’s lending me her best linesThoughts deeper than I’ve known,Compelling me to write themUntil I’ve composed a poem.She’s not bothered about a creditIt really would be a bind,To have to wait to be acknowledgedMaybe getting left behind.For … Continue reading My Pocket
Monday Musing
Hi Pogue, So here I am and I’m still thinking about ‘weird’, your ‘weird’, my ‘weird’ and looking around and about for other people who have found their’s together with the determination and freedom to give it expression. To that end I spotted an account in a book I’m currently reading, A Moveable Feast, Ernest … Continue reading Monday Musing
Be Your Weird
YOU ARE NOT EVERYONE'S CUP OF TEAThe world is filled with people who, no matterwhat vou do, no matter what you try, will simplynot like you. But the world is also filled with thosewho will love you fiercely. The ones who love you:they are Your People. Don't waste your finite time and heart trying toconvince … Continue reading Be Your Weird
Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, I came across a quote from Sylvia’s Plath yesterday where she said she had learnt “to embrace her own weirdness”. It sort of struck me that in doing so she found her own creative genius and whilst her life was a troubled one, she left us with a legacy of great poetry. Her … Continue reading Monday Musing
Memories
Memories are not what they use to beAnd is that good Or is that bad?Because I don’t remember things quite the sameAs others who repeat the tale,The memory was once a clothPatterned in a certain wayBut time the magician has played a gameAnd embroidered patterns of intrigue.So our histories have a different viewWhere I remember … Continue reading Memories
Monday Musings
Dear Pogue, Do you ever read something and ask yourself: “How does that woman think?” or “What’s gone on in his life that he can write that?” I find myself doing it more and more these days. In fact instead of considering that I’m increasing my knowledge I continually find myself realising how small my … Continue reading Monday Musings
Silence and Creativity
I have been thinking of silence. I wrote over the last couple of weeks on silence, the creative forces of the Universe and our own creative process. Then, wham, there are all these quotes appearing in my reading about the creative process. Synchronicity at work again I guess. Leave to your opinions their own quiet … Continue reading Silence and Creativity
Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, I wrote to you in the week about the creative process and suggested that inspiration came from outside rather than within. I questioned whether we had lost our way and turned to our own very limited ability to find creative impulse. So thinking about this and practicing the thought to test its veracity … Continue reading Monday Musing
Monday Musing
Dear Pogue, Apparently my writing of late has had a dark shade to it. It has held overtones of grief, particularly my poems, and has been a cause for minor concern, or so others tell me. And all such comments have been marked with a tinge of curious concern as is befitting for those who … Continue reading Monday Musing
Monday Musing
Pogue, So here’s a thing. I came across somebody this week, a lady, who trains hard. She lifts weights and doing one particular lift she was using 60kgs as her max. But this week she became impassioned, in the zone, and pushed through 60kgs and kept going until she maxed out at 100kgs (too a … Continue reading Monday Musing
It’s Not An Exact Art
Dear Pogue, You know how I like to cook and experiment with food? It's a creative art to me. Well, someone gave me a day at a cookery school learning how to bake bread. So yesterday I set off early, into the city on my bike, and spent the day getting covered in dough and … Continue reading It’s Not An Exact Art
Monday Musing
Hello Pogue, I woke this morning in the land of fire and ice, Iceland. I’m on another road trip, visiting a place I haven’t been before, quenching the curiosity that drives me to travel. My initial impressions? It’s a land of rugged beauty with snow still on the hills here in their summer, steam found … Continue reading Monday Musing
Small Things
Dear Pogue, Do you ever struggle to find joy in life? I know I do on occasions and the last week or so it’s been particularly hard, what with having Covid and all. Inspiration has certainly been in short measure. But the thing is, and it is only as I sit here and search for … Continue reading Small Things
I Asked A Question
Pogue, After I posted the letter to you which you received yesterday I realised I had asked a question and left it unanswered. My bad! Actually it was two questions, but one sentence, and I’ve been thinking about both. I will offer you an answer from where I am at in my thinking but I … Continue reading I Asked A Question
There it wasn’t!
Pogue, If you think you noticed a Monday Musing and now you’re wondering about your faculties because it’s not there, fear not, it was me not you. Usual issues! Fingers working faster than brain🥺 But fear not. You obviously thought the Musing was exceptional, which, in true humility, I have to admit it was, it’ll … Continue reading There it wasn’t!
Songs to Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Greetings Pogue, Sometimes I just need a song to help me keep up the pace as I move though the day. A song to help me bop along. It’ll reenergise me and sing along in my head, shutting out the noise. I hope you know what I mean? Well, George Ezra writes songs that are … Continue reading Songs to Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
Songs to Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
So Pogue, After yesterdays letter I had to soooo…. share this with you. I mean, what are we going to listen to except the Man himself telling about his mojo. Enjoy, and keep your own mojo working. It makes life so much more fun😎 Yours Wic
Monday Musing
Pogue, I lost my mojo! You know what I’m saying? All of a sudden I have found myself with nothing to say! Can you believe me? Yeah, I know that’s a big ask. How did it happen? Well my routine was decimated (and I’m now realising the importance of continuity, of a routine). My mother … Continue reading Monday Musing
Monday Musing
Pogue, I’ve returned to last weeks Musing when writing you this letter. We talked about energy, positive and negative, and the way we’re affected by it. This had left me thinking about this throughout the week. Obviously I wish to live in a place of good and positive energy. I mean, who doesn’t? And at … Continue reading Monday Musing
Monday Musing
Pogue, Should I be disappointed, even sad when I write something that is undoubtedly a great piece of creativity and only 3 or 4 people read it. Or multiple people read it and only 3 or 4 like it. I mean, there it is and I’ve poured myself into it, shed tears, sweated blood, built … Continue reading Monday Musing
Mental Health, My Mental Health.
Dear Pogue, First, if you’re in a hurry or short on time, don’t start this letter. It’s long. I got started and the conversation I was having with myself expanded. It needed to as I was looking for answers. There, you’re on notice. So…. Are you able to stand off and observe yourself? Become the … Continue reading Mental Health, My Mental Health.
Monday Musings
Well Pogue, Last Monday I asked you how you would live this year if this was the last year, ever. If on 31st December the world just stopped. What did you think? Indeed, did you think? I’ve asked some others and there seems to be a big gap in the responses. There are some who … Continue reading Monday Musings
Where Do The Birds Go (The Bigger Question)?
I asked you where the birds went We wondered but we didn’t knowOur enquiry was honest Our interest keen But now a darker question begins to formWhere did the Jews go?Throughout histories darker hoursHere one day and gone the next Then the Tutsi?that Rwandan people Slipped from view While the world noticed not As did … Continue reading Where Do The Birds Go (The Bigger Question)?
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