Martin Shone's Blog, page 17

The lack of it

They appeared in those days as a feeling and finished I felt them. I knew when a poem was coming through because of the pain my head would be bursting for days on end and then a poem worked better than pills. Sometimes, thankfully I’d get a weird gut feeling and I knew I felt … More The lack of it

A foothold

light begins, more than anything else it begins. Before time etched itself upon humankind it sidled up to the light thus giving light a foothold from where it began to begin giving. Life, therefore, had no option and once it too began it couldn’t stop itself from being itself and from that instance came that … More A foothold

A box of books, a new phone and sunshine.

Pregnant with Death is my new poetry book and here it is sitting with my others. They arrived a couple of days ago and I’m typing this on my new phone which came yesterday. So as you can imagine I’m quite happy. Oh and the sun is well and truly shining!

Morse code

Yesterday the weather was lovely so I went for a walk around  the village green. Unfortunately my phone will not send the photos to my laptop via bluetooth. Both machines are old technology, although 5 plus years in my view isn’t old, and certainly need to be swapped for newer models. Technology moves much too … More Morse code

Poetry books and coffee

Poetry books from two amazing poets. Sarah and Betty‘s poetry is just sublime and before my coffee goes cold I need to decide which one to read first! Wandering Wonderful or Skipping Stones. Hmmmm

Those sounds

Oh but those sounds they bring a certain kind of something to my soul I close my eyes and drift upon each note as itself drifts and there outside the rain has ceased almost as if the clouds wish to listen by reaching down to become mist to nestle against my windows to glean and … More Those sounds

Underneath it all

I saw a pidgeon standing on a flat roof in a huge puddle of water in a rain storm and it wasn’t a bit bothered. Advertisements

Eye of the storm

It’s understandable I suppose we reach a point where nothing exists we reach that moment when birds fail and the trees already slow in their time inhale the heartbeats of life One dares not open the door for fear of the shattering and the not knowing of what lies beyond the silence   Advertisements

As tea is sipped

Is it so high so far above? Reaching for a leaf a cloud a star Reaching for a feather thunder blue Is it so high so far above or is it that I have not given enough thought Time does not exist we invented a name to make us feel safe but instead we count … More As tea is sipped

Pregnant with Death – New Book

Here it is! The proof copy of my new book has arrived and I have to say I love the cover. The title is a tad on the dark side but it encompasses the contents as well as the cover. More on this another time as the book isn’t quite ready yet, hopefully before the … More Pregnant with Death – New Book