So with My poetry book almost ready for publication I thought I would post another sample to wet the appetite 

 Wrap my heart in cotton wool.

   Wrap my heart in cotton wool.

   Protect it from a crashing fall.

   Pad it heavily with doubt,

   To stop the love from spilling out.

   Slow it's beating to a crawl,

   So I can't feel the hurt at all.

   The butterfly’s that inside dwell,

   Their fluttering please try to quell.

   For every time I hear you speak,

   My legs and heart and brain go weak.

   Then the pain each time they break

   Is more than just one man can take.

   For love is love but heartbreak stay,

   no passing years can take away,

   The sense of loss when I'm alone.

   And I can't call you on the phone.

   So wrap my heart in woolen fleece

   To offer softness warmth and peace.

Greetings Cards with attitude

Its all getting very close now.

 

Greetings cards with attitude is almost ready to publish.

I've selected the 80 plus poems and by this weekend I should have it nice and ship shape.

Its actually been an interesting exercise. After the formatting of my novel Prisoners families dolls and judgements back in October I thought it would be quite straight forward but I wasn't allowing for the thorny issue of Orphaned lines which is the inevitable consequence of Poetry.

 

Anyway I've got to crack on but just wanted to give you a little taster of the type of things I write with a poem from the People and places section. It is simply called: The Careless Potter and I will try to rotate other samples on my website below

 

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The Careless Potter

Rough cut clay, unshaped by man,

Waits in a slab, for turntable to turn.

The pedal depresses and your world,

takes a spin.

I should not have tried to, shape you.

The clean lines of, the wires cut.

Lost against fingers, and roughness of touch.

Ideas lacking, in true style or,

jurisdiction.

I should not have tried to, shape you

Beauty one moment, was sitting right there.

Its simplicity, clearly defined.

Then a palm placed, to harshly,

without any care.

I should not have tried to shape you.

The fight to, reclaim you now lost

The clay far to weary, all freshness had gone

I should have just watched while you,

So gently spun.

But I had to try and shape you.

So spin now and never slow down

Spin till the right hands, come passing your way.

Hands will surround and your,

form will appear.

But don’t ever let them shape you.