A real writer is one who leaves some kind of stamp on you; who opens your mind to a new perspective; enlightens you; messes up your world slightly.

Words Unspoken

Crossing the lines of words unspoken for me could be one of these three things:

1.When there is nothing left to communicate to someone; you've literally run out of things to say.
2. Words that should be, or you wish could be said, but aren't.
3. When there are no words to communicate what you want to communicate. Words have their limits, especially when it comes to describing feelings, as Lawrence said: 'we have no language for the feelings.' There has to be communication beyond words; through actions, through touch: 'She received the maximum of unspeakable communication in touch' (DH Lawrence, Women In Love)

Ghosts

Darkness
Dims the empty picture,
Distant movements of men in white coats,
Scientists from the 1930's.

Time has travelled,
Lawrence on the page
Has come back to life
To haunt me.

Darkness
Invades the dead shelves,
Brought to light with sudden movements
Then put to death again.

Silent shiftings,
The ghosts in these shelves
Come alive again
To haunt me.

NR
Copyright 2006

Career aims

As a writer my aim is to become a novelist well known enough to then have published any of my poems I wish to be published, but not so well known that when I die some idiot publishes every poem I've ever written, including the ones that begin, 'why is life so miserable...' along with my diaries, i.e. 'Today I was bored...I had a piece of toast...'

Gloomy

Outside my window the rain pours
Here I am, safe indoors
Safe from the gloom that lurks in the air
Safe in here on this lonely chair
Safe from that thing, over there

Oh that thing over there
Hiding behind mountains of hair
In the shadows that fall outside this room
There in the rain and the gloom

Outside my window the rain pours
Outside where I’m not - I'm indoors!
Safe from the gloom that lurks out there
Safe in here, not over there
Safe from what’s-his-face, with all the hair.

NR

Copyright 2006