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Posts Tagged ‘thoughts’

nothing and nothing at all

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 11 February 2012 at 4:10 am

nothing
no thing
no nothing
no

begin
at the middle
go back
to the end

then circle round
to finish
at the beginning

once you figure
it out
let me know

I’ll be waiting

(D James)

over before you know it

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 3 February 2012 at 2:01 pm

where does it
go
the time

seems like it
used to crawl

now I lose
track
of the days

and memories
are like stories
someone once told

I’m not even
certain
I’ve not written

this poem
before

(D James)

and so goes the morning

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 25 January 2012 at 3:30 pm

staring
out the window
watching the light change

bare trees
drag shadows
across gray
roof-tops

sunlight glints
off passing cars

the day goes on
with or without us

(D James)

climbing the mountain

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 24 January 2012 at 2:06 pm

the blank page
stares back at me

silently mocking
my attempts
to scribble
something

of weight

the blank page
like a snow-covered
mountain

challenges my ability
to communicate
and whisper-laughs
at my thoughts of words

until I say
to the blank page
“ok, you write something”

then there is silence
and I can finally settle down
to begin the work of stringing words
together into something that makes sense

to someone
somewhere

(D. James)

what are we

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 24 January 2012 at 3:57 am

light and dark
laughter and tears

never and always
right and wrong

bone and dust
blood and guts

intransigent and flexible
solid and liquid

everything
and
nothing

(D James)

more questions than you know what to do with

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 16 January 2012 at 11:23 pm

white sheet
blank paper

and the
screen in your head
goes black

who ever said
you can’t get there from here

didn’t know where you were
to begin with

so how did they know
where you’d end up

(D. James)

putting it together

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 29 May 2011 at 3:55 pm

and and and
adding to what
was said

and and and
bringing together
disparate thoughts

and and and
an endless string
of ideas

and and and
where I’ve been

and and and
where I’m going

(D. James)

wandering through to the end

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 20 January 2011 at 10:56 pm

lost under a sea
of unfocused thoughts
mind-numbing wandering
through disconnected
days of fear and self-loathing

wondering
where it went wrong
where I went wrong

feeling out of place
out of time
out of my mind

like a character
in an unfinished
Beckett play

waiting for something
like life
to begin
unable to go on
with no choice
but to go on

immobile
immovable
immature

with all the courage
of a well-fed
old house cat

wanting to know
how it all ends
when I should be thinking
where to begin 

(D James)

dark places

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 15 December 2010 at 9:06 pm

my pen falls
from the table
into a dark shadow

kicking
to catch it
with the side
of my shoe

spinning
it skitters
into the light

much like my thoughts
on this deathly cold day

(D. James)

train of thought

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 1 November 2010 at 3:50 pm

thinking thoughts on
trains in tunnels
that take us to
toiling tasks like tinker toys
trudging to their terminus

can we keep
clear of calamity and
concious of creation or

will we wile awhile then
whip ourselves or

take the time
to think thoughts on
trains

while wishing
we weren’t wending our
way to work

(D. James)

worn weary

In art, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 6 May 2009 at 3:48 pm

sat up
half the night
with unhappy thoughts

come morning
they were still there
in a chair
by the bed

pulled them on
with my jeans
wore them
all damn day

till they
wore me out

sat up
half the night
with unhappy thoughts

determined that
in the morning
they’d be gone

moved the chair
into the kitchen
just in case

(D. James)

this way and that

In art, bad sex and bad breath, d. james, literature, overweight champions, poem, poetry, writing on 21 January 2009 at 5:00 pm

Thoughts
without discernible
patterns

scattered across
my mind

It’s a good thing
I don’t drive
based on my
feelings

(D. James)

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